I drove 400+ miles today from Richland to ... somewhere ... I honestly don’t know where I am, other than I’m in a motel by the highway just shy of Twin Falls, ID.
She hasn’t burned a drop of oil and she LOVES the 80 mph speed limit in Idaho. She wants to run.
Once I got past Dead Man’s Pass onto the flatlands, I could relax and enjoy the cruise as the sun set in the distance.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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Day Seven: I needed a cup of Joe to keep me homeward bound. I stopped in this tiny town and am at the only place in town, having good coffee and talking with the old timers. I love this stuff.
What is it with Kooky’s Road Trips and wrecks on the first night?I had JUST posted that this one is dedicated to an awareness of our mortality and there he was, lying in the middle of the highway that runs through Kingman, Kansas, his crumpled bike a few yards away.
She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
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