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This is interesting. I am currently reading a book about how a couple of dudes built a "Peter Schleutter wooden wagon" and did the oregon trail a few years ago. A wagon, two guys a dog and three mules. From St Joe MO to oregon in a covered wagon. Amazing book with incredible history and facts that I have never heard.
A tangential point to the read is the philosophical aspect hidden between the lines. Kind of a "how did we go from there to here" aspect when contemplating our navels.
Tickles a part of me that wants to get a motorcycle (yes...I am bikeless at present and NO I am NOT a fag); and do the old route 66. I want to see a part of the country that harkens back to what America truly was. How route 66 scribed itself into the psyche of 'Merica simply by being what it was: a road.
We are rapidly losing our republic. The ideals that made this country are gone. The hardy stock of people who BUILT a life rather than stand in a line for their handouts are for the most part gone.
But one can reminisce....if we look hard enough and ride long enough we can get a glimpse into the past as it subtly hides in the remnants of small town America amongst the back roads and gulleys like route 66.
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