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And along the highway there came a long line of huge freight trucks with red sides. They rumbled along, putting a little earthquake in the ground, and the standing exhaust pipes sputtered blue ‘smoke from the Diesel oil. One man drove each truck, and his relief man slept in a bunk high up against the ceiling. But the trucks never stopped; they thundered day and night and the ground shook under their heavy march.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath , 1939
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Just finished that last month. That story went from worse to fucked....
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Now that is space efficient motoring
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I came here to post this. Such a good album.
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Its held up incredibly well over the years
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I’d rate that a concise and accurate assessment. Totally jalop though.