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They were, of a more suck-ass type.

I remember seeing some oil pump rigs and two camels. I told Dr. Tyler a lie about the shyster salesman who convinced the Indians to trade their horses for camels and that's why they lost. Turns out the Army had a camel corps during the mid-19th century. Not for long, but there was one.
Was Yosemite Sam in the camel Cav?
 

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Or the length of California. At least, if one drives the coast route, there's pretty scenery!
It helps if you have a friend along that lives near the coast. A friend gave us a tour of the Californina coast near Arroyo Grande and knew places to get a view you locals know. I liked the Michigan coast near Traverse City.
 
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I haven’t been through Kansas since I was a kid.

I do recall cornfields and many Stuckeys.

I guess they were the Buck-ees of the day.
I drove across Kansas with my AF buddies on our first leave after Basic. We went from Denver CO to Kentucky and I got a bus from there to PA. I remember miles and miles. The wind was strong too; almost pushed us off the road.
 
I haven’t been through Kansas since I was a kid.

I do recall cornfields and many Stuckeys.

I guess they were the Buck-ees of the day.
As a kid each year we’d road-trip from SC to upstate NY. 95>15>81. Going, PA was the forever state. I remember not being able to sleep wanting to see what was over the mountain or around the next curve. That may have been inspired by a monotonous song sung on earlier trips. Then my brother would fart. Sisters would be in each others space. Someone would joke Dads not gonna turn this car around.
Coming home NC was the forever state. Virginia was long but somewhere in there we got a pee break. Va is super long on 81, different trips. We had sandwiches. Even though I thought I had seen every Stuckey’s that existed, I never saw inside one. I remember imagining really salty French fry’s. I think NC was made even longer by those silly signs for South of the Border. I remember holding my breath over the Pee Dee River bridge over a mile long. While at the same time trying to see if I could tell where the river was where we had been to by boat and going under the bridge.
Life was so simple. Guess I didn’t know much.
 
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