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Crisp Idaho Air

In by Chris on May 30, 2011 at 11:02 pm

Fulsom’s semi limped into the truck stop with two tires scalped and a rhythmic clunk shaking the entire cab. He angled it between two rigs from out in Wisconsin, vowing that this was his last stop. He’d hitchhike away.

Crisp Idaho air flooded into the cab when he opened the door, and he stepped to the oily ground. The engine ticked as it cooled. A mean-looking driver limped across the grass as his basset hound bounded about, nearly tripping on its ears.

Fulsom shook his head. Too many miles, but he loved it. He could never give up his rig.


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