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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roaming
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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Unless you’re looking for a place for a quick local tuck and fuck, my recommendation would be to avoid this place like the plague.
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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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This summer, I was riding wet for many of the miles I traveled.
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