two bikes in the back
of an old blue pickup truck
red striped straps hold firm.
a long way to go
Fayetteville, Arkansas, bound
settled in the cab.
bypass truckers’ stops
favoring mom and pop shops
plain country cooking.
Good conversation
with a real good man, my man;
wonder if he knows…
that these shared journeys
mean much more to me than where
this old road might go.
Not our truck. Not our bikes. But you get the idea!
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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We plan on it! But I wish I could’ve had a few days at home. My cats were looking so sad this morning.
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😿😾😿
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I get it 🙂
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😊
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even if it’s in England and the car’s a Toyota or Vauxhall 🙂
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I do get it — absolutely. Best place to be is in the car with my husband pointed somewhere, anywhere.
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The cats will be all right. Plan the trip 🙂
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