Two weeks. 2300 miles. 5000 bugs on my leathers. Traveling the Blueline Highways.
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| Endless skies along the High Plains Highway. |
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| Small town family diners. |
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| Stormy nights, but sunny days. |
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| Rainbows leading to a pot of gold. |
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| Small town attractions. |
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| Fast food breakfast. |
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| Memories written to a lost brother and sister at a roadside rest. |
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| Freedom of the open road. |
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