Boy, I remember the days of "trip planning" and what-not. It was always easy to judge others based on external evidence. Get a few years under...
I'm missing my girls now. Great poem.
What are the *&%)&*%^## Odds? That set of duals had to fit EXACTLY between the bumper and the fuel island. ####.
This is I-70 E/B in Utah. Been there several times. Going d/h by the way.
