I camped at a small state park along the "Mighty River"
It was.... dark and no fun.
Tom, 42, a photographer who takes pictures of small insects, showed me some pics of 'flying scorpions'.
Cycling Journey from Los Angeles to New York City, in order to find the 'True America'
(55 miles, sunny, 59F, difficult)
“Lexus” started shaking hard when I rode it downhill 30 miles an hour. I sighed. I got a flat tire. In a small road, I took out some of the tools. Bike patch, bond, sapo. Tears fell from my eyes while I fixed the problem.
A flat tire cannot be even compared to a vending machine that swallowed your coins. It’s that desperate.

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