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My nervous attention for potential trouble from the Road Star faded two days ago. Eleetia thumps along at 110 km/h like she is just getting into a stride. “When are we really going to get going?” she seems to ask. I don’t pine for that familiar old “nickels-and-dimes” sound of the Honda overhead cam. For the next 50 km until Hague, I see only non-human signs of life. A pronghorn antelope, browsing near the road is spooked by the bark of my Cobras as I crest a knoll and I am surprised at his size. On these quiet grasslands I pass houses, lightning rods still pointing redundantly skyward. Their only occupants are the livestock. Entering Hague it appears as deserted as Ashley and everything in between. Even the railway line has fled. However, I briefly glimpse 20-25 chrome hogs at a small watering hole. I resist the temptation to stop and join them. |
