It looks as if Jons' family is having a great time.
Have a great trip.
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I'm just thankin' the lord that, that boy looks like his mama!!!!! 
http://www.indianarailwaymuseum.org/
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
Turn to the dark side!,,,,Penn Central 1968-1976
"from there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.",,,,,Dr. Seuss
I promised Jon I'd post this poem since he just drove this highway.
THIS
The Kancamagus Highway (Route 112) is a narrow road that
twists and switchbacks from Lincoln, NH to Conway, NH through the White
Mountain National Forest. It can attract a lot of slow-moving tourists
some parts of the year. Kancamagus Pass has an elevation of 2,860 feet.
50 cars were passed
On the Kancamagus Highway
On a rainy October morning.
The mist clung fluorescent green
In the spruce, the fog rustled
Across the ledge rock, my old car
Fishtailed as the big V-8
Bit into the wet tar,
And I,
I reached back
Into the fresh case of ale
Hidden under my leather jacket,
Broke open the cardboard top
And I
Drank warm 50s and passed cars.
I hitchhiked this road at 16
Huddled in the open back
Of a supercharged El Camino,
I caressed a worn Rambler
In the middle of the night
Through these passes so drunk
That to open the Ballantine quarts
I'd stop and whack the tops off on posts
Because it amused me to drink from the
Jagged glass;
Nary a cut,
I was 17.
A year later,
I terrified my godmother
In her Le Mans convertible
Showing her what the car could do,
I still feel a bit bad about that.
I used this road once
During early winter,
(the state of New Hampshire
had an APB out on me)
And during those night runs
(that tense frozen stillness
like a hypnotic embrace)
The road was empty.
It's not empty now.
I pass 12 cars in 1
Thundering lurching thrust
As a massive camper turns off.
And for a while clear black pavement
And I dance my old car through
The rain pure colors
Of all I can feel.
Listen, this is my f*cking life
Listen, this is my life
This is my life
This is life
This life
This
THIS
The Kancamagus Highway (Route 112) is a narrow road that
twists and switchbacks from Lincoln, NH to Conway, NH through the White
Mountain National Forest. It can attract a lot of slow-moving tourists
some parts of the year. Kancamagus Pass has an elevation of 2,860 feet.
50 cars were passed
On the Kancamagus Highway
On a rainy October morning.
The mist clung fluorescent green
In the spruce, the fog rustled
Across the ledge rock, my old car
Fishtailed as the big V-8
Bit into the wet tar,
And I,
I reached back
Into the fresh case of ale
Hidden under my leather jacket,
Broke open the cardboard top
And I
Drank warm 50s and passed cars.
I hitchhiked this road at 16
Huddled in the open back
Of a supercharged El Camino,
I caressed a worn Rambler
In the middle of the night
Through these passes so drunk
That to open the Ballantine quarts
I'd stop and whack the tops off on posts
Because it amused me to drink from the
Jagged glass;
Nary a cut,
I was 17.
A year later,
I terrified my godmother
In her Le Mans convertible
Showing her what the car could do,
I still feel a bit bad about that.
I used this road once
During early winter,
(the state of New Hampshire
had an APB out on me)
And during those night runs
(that tense frozen stillness
like a hypnotic embrace)
The road was empty.
It's not empty now.
I pass 12 cars in 1
Thundering lurching thrust
As a massive camper turns off.
And for a while clear black pavement
And I dance my old car through
The rain pure colors
Of all I can feel.
Listen, this is my f*cking life
Listen, this is my life
This is my life
This is life
This life
This
That a life will be spent gaining inches,
When this distance is read in miles.
When this distance is read in miles.
On a rainy October morning.
The mist clung fluorescent green
In the spruce, the fog rustled
Across the ledge rock, my old car
Fishtailed as the big V-8
Bit into the wet tar,
Ummm um-um!
The boy can sure set a scene.
I love that last stanza, where the entire meaning is changed with each subtraction of one word.
Killer.
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