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"reasonable and prudent" on the montana highway... ~ 2000-11-10 - 21:50:06 that's the first time I've slept in the peugeot... it's pretty comfortable. clare and I took a roadtrip around the country in a little toyota tercel, and the two of us were somehow capable of sleeping in the backseat of that car. you'd always wake up in pain, though. we camped most of the time. that was a really good trip. some people thought we were a little insane to be going on that trip when we were, because we were in a really nightmarish place in our relationship, and sometimes our nerves were so raw that it made our skin bleed just to be in the same room. we did, though, we took off and drove big crazy loops around the country, visiting friends and camping. we never seemed to get around to finding a campsite before midnight, so we got in the habit of waking up in astoundingly breathtaking places we'd never seen before. such a beautiful shock-- where the hell _are_ we, anyway? we would heat water for coffee over the propane stove, make pancakes, which we ate with real maple syrup. those were some of the best breakfasts. being out of our environment made such a difference between me and clare. there were still tense moments-- there always would be-- but we were pretty damn happy. clare had these funky quasi-dread things that stuck out all over and made her look like a muppet, and my hair was mostly shaved and dyed puple and aquamarine. when we walked into midwestern truck stops, everyone's eyes would follow us. my favorite memory of that trip, though, is mine alone. we had stayed at the house of a friend of clare's in montana, someone she went to high school with, in her previous incarnation as a small town cheerleader(!) yes, clare and I came from very different places. so she stayed up all night catching up with her friend while I slept, and then in the morning it was my turn to drive. with clare crashed out in the back seat, I explored the wonders of the montana highway speed limit-- "reasonable and prudent". so, you know... we all have our own ideas about what _that_ means. there were these long, loose stretches of sundrenched highway sliding through low, rolling mountains, incredibly sweet air coming in the windows... I cruised through montana at a reasonable and prudent 100, 105 miles an hour, sunroof open, joules graves on the stereo-- mama earth music with heart, soul and lotsa drums. I never wanted to stop.
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