I know where that there tree is. If you look close you will see a highway cop hiding behind it Or there was the day I come through there with the hammer down.
That stretch of highway in the picture reminds of the road running west to El Paso from Sierra-Blanco Texas. Straight and level for a hundred miles, strange feeling to go a hundred miles an hour in a truck. You can almost get away with it on that stretch of highway. No way to stop a truck going a hundred miles and hour even on a truck with good brakes. And that truck had breaks that failed inspection in Calfornia. Yes that truck was not your Hot Rod Lincoln the brakes were not good and the tires not fair. The tires failed inspection too.
This was right after I got bit by a spider and my foot swelled up like a purple football. I went to the ER and a foreign doctor with a not to good grip on English told me it was okay to go to work but just keep my foot elevated. So there I was with my right up on the dash and the hand throttle pulled all the way out. It was the fastest truck I have ever driven. THe owner had that engine tuned just right, he liked his trucks to go fast, but he was indifferent to safety.
Flavor me a quantum hippie to day
used a pic of you the other day to illustrate how my right eye looked after I got bit in the face by a dog when I was about three or four. hope you don/t mind.
just a stream
I will clean it up latter.
Something I found while doing a Jango Jukebox.
"Nothing good ever lasts"
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Here it is later and I started this yesterday but I got more I wanted to say about that spider and that trip to San Diego. And I still have not cleaned it up yet. I think I believe in "zen naviagation". Even if I don't understand it. Do believe in things you don't understand? Or is it just superstition?
Vagabond soul wants to know