Sunday, March 22, 2009

West Texas _is_ Immense.

We've touched on this briefly a couple of times. But man, it's big.

When moving to California in 1986, after leaving Bill & Lisa's house in Houston (their cast-off TV set strapped into the passenger seat), I set my old Volvo's cruise control on 95 — which it could do for hours, even with the boxy U-Haul carrier on top.

Got out of west Texas before needing a haircut. And didn't get pulled over — at least until I was 45 seconds into New Mexico.

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