Down at theArmadillo
A light mis t fell on the highway
th at stretched like a rulers edge
across an expanse of prairie. The
wedding of moisture and hot tar
sen t wisp s 0 f steam cu rling o ff th e
shoulder as t hough a th ousand
roa dside rod ents were having a
smo ke . I pulled off the side o f the
van lurched to a hal t with the crackle of
a loo se sway bar.
" Ge t o u t an d fix it J ody. " said a _
vo ice fro m my en t husiastic and seldom
use d co nscie nce. T o cleanse the thought
road at an underpass t o rest the 20-ho ur
bum in m y eyes and st ati c-singed CB 'ers
ears. It was a lo ng lonely stretch and the
pepperin g of the ra in m ade it worse as
m y worn b od y and motorcycle laden
o f craw ling o n wet pavement from my
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By Jody Weisel
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perfectl y dr y mind I daydreamed back
to t he day th at sen t me on this fool's
chase .
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It had been ano ther one of those hot
