I had been on the road since six a.m. in the heat, and it wasn’t getting any cooler as the day wore on into evening and darkness. Finally I was beginning to get tired.
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I watched the bike merge into traffic. His ride was loaded with a tent, a sleeping bag and probably more camping gear in the saddlebags. He must have been coming from a campground just a few miles to the south.
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Who can say no to a hitch-hiking girl working out with a hula-hoop by the side of the road? Not I.
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Highway robbery still goes on, and it’s not limited to gas bars and other fine establishments on the highways I travel on a regular basis. If I don’t count my change, I get screwed. Go figure.
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I’ll listen and read about Scotty’s adventures before those of almost anyone else. Check out the links for tales of the long and winding road written by Scooter Tramp Scotty, a highway high-miler, as he rides around North America and Mexico.
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