No sleep ’til Brooklyn

There comes a time in two perfectly reasonable people’s lives when they decide that driving cross-country to New York is a sensible thing to do. “Now wait a minute” I hear you exclaim “Aren’t you driving to Argentina? That is quite a lot further away from Alaska than New York and therefore a slightly madder […]

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The Idabel Incident…

I had arranged to spend the evening of the 30th of June with Doug’s parents in Arkansas, which was a shortish ride of only 450 km away from the Tex Inn in New Boston. The Oklahoma state line was an hours ride to the northwest, and from there I had chosen to ride parallel to [...]

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