Two hours before a muddy sunrise, I found myself hi-rev driftin’ a sloppy u-turn in a barnyard, peering thru the splattered windshield for the cattle guard exit. I risked a glance into the rearview mirror in case I had to explain myself to a rancher coming out of his house with a shotgun. I did an unexpected crow-hop over the cattle guard, the noise of which was sure to bring the shot, but no lights came on behind me. The road was a dead end; maybe they’re used to this sort of thing.
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