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10/29/2014 at 11:47 • Filed to: None
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"and 100 more" (nth256)
10/29/2014 at 11:47 • Filed to: None | 3
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Some (internet-provided) shots of the roads I grew up on... feeling a tad nostalgic today, a bit regretful of some things I've done, and more than a little claustrophobic.
When we're brought into this world, we're put on a road and told to press the accelerator and brake only as needed, steer clear of obstacles, and upshift appropriately to save effort. Sometimes, we get a little jaded with simply following the rules, and we hold 3rd gear a little longer, relishing in that multi-sensory thrill of rising revs and seat foam compressing at the small of your back. Sometimes, we kick the tail out and throw a little smoke around that familiar turn. Sometimes, we revel in the nostalgic feelings of bad suspensions and shitty gas mileage, all so we can recapture that essential, primal, grin-inducing feeling we had when dad took the family hauler over the whoops on vacation that one year. The vacation is a lost memory, but the rising of your guts over the crest of the hill will never fade.
But there's times we must pay for breaking these rules. Stay on the road, they tell you. Don't speed, it's dangerous. Your car is a tool, not a toy. There are consequences for stepping outside these ideals, for making these questionable decisions. And no, we're not just talking about cars here.
But sometimes you need to extend your middle finger toward the system and take that risk, make that mistake, break something, destroy something beautiful, and pay the price, whatever it is, to at least say that you lived, if only for today... that you lived, and learned, and that you're better for having done it.
Its okay; we've all made questionable decisions in our lives. Today, I pray that none of yours will leave you in an answerable position.
Enjoy.
ttyymmnn
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10/29/2014 at 11:53 |
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Well said.
That road looks familiar. I shot this through the windshield in the summer of 2013, somewhere between San Diego and Williams, AZ, out past 29 Palms. Not just the desert, but the fucking desert.
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> ttyymmnn
10/29/2014 at 12:05 |
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I grew up in 29 Palms. I can confirm, it's the fucking desert. Bum-Fuck Egypt. The boonies. The boondocks. Middle-of-nowhere. I lived down in Palm Desert as an adult, and drove my then-girlfriend to my parent's house one night; she was convinced that I was going to murder her and her body would never be found.
I can't place that road exactly, unfortunately, but I'm pretty sure its either Amboy Road or Hwy 62, headed eastbound.
Beautiful shot by the way. I know most people have no idea why i'd ever call such a thing "beautiful", but I guess you had to grow up there to understand.
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ttyymmnn
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10/29/2014 at 13:42 |
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It is Amboy Rd. When we wanted to get from San Diego to Williams, I plugged the points into Google Maps and it gave me three routes. This was the middle of the three, and it looked interesting. When I turned onto Amboy Rd., I wondered if we had made a grave mistake. But we were so far into the route that there was no turning back at that point. I have never been on a more desolate stretch of road in my life. It was fascinating and terrifying at the same time. We took it all the way to Rte. 66 (not like there was any other way to go at that point), then up to I-40. I think we passed two other cars going in the opposite direction.
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> ttyymmnn
10/29/2014 at 13:50 |
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Protip: you can get to Vegas taking those same backroads, and avoid all the bullshit that is the 15. Plus, its so desolate out there, you can pin it and shave nearly an hour off your trip. Just make sure you fill up in 29 first, just in case. It is easy to get lost out there if you're not familiar with those roads.
I was once on my way back home from Vegas and got stopped at a train crossing in Nipton (population 15... no, seriously), and apparently the train broke down. We were there at the general store/post office/city hall for about 3 hours. In that time, we only accumulated about 5 other cars worth of people.
I miss that emptiness. I'm so tired of having people on top of me at every fucking turn...
45bullets
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10/29/2014 at 16:42 |
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step one: acquire hennessy venom
step two: close this road
step three: put JC a t the wheel
step four: ????
step five: beat veyron
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> 45bullets
10/29/2014 at 17:08 |
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M-hmm, m-hmm, I'm there with you... in spirit. Shallow wallet, i'm afraid.
I can attest however, to performing a similar exercise in a 2001 Ford Taurus. Suffice to say, it was... life-affirming .