Sitting in a Nevada casino, too battered and bruised to take advantage of the free margarita offer. Alex and I survived hours racing a setting sun as we barreled along on a deserted dirt road, dodging kamikaze jackrabbits and nosediving birds (one which I fear did not survive the windshield attack.) Now we have a much better understanding of what those first transcontinental drives must have been like.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 05:48:07 +0000
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