Every tire taking a beating, every tooth in my jaw rattling, we crept along. On my side was the track going down the middle, and I tried not to think what would happen if a train came along. On the Old Man's side was water, water, and more water, the jutting trestles the only thing between us and a free fall of giraffe, truck, and body parts to a muddy Mississippi splashdown.
— Mar 25, 2025 08:14AM
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