I started out in Arkansas, but I don't remember much. I held the wheel with one hand and my nose with the other and kept the pedal to the floor as I tried to get out of there before they tried to convert me to whatever it is they do in Arkansas.
Oklahoma was full of cows, hayfields, and windmills. Texas was kind enough to open up the floodgates and provide us with a brief downpour as we drove through. More cows, hayfields, and windmills.
By the time we reached New Mexico, it was dark and I was counting down the miles to our stop for the night. So, here we sit at the Flying J. We should be at our destination by tomorrow evening.
I've taken a few pictures but it's a pain to post them from my phone, so I'll try to post them all at once when I get home.
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I did a search for what they do in Arkansas. Let's all be thankful you didn't dally.
http://hankypankyreport.blogspot.com/2008/08/cropdusters-bikes-babes.html
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