We were about 80 miles in, headed south on Blackjack Road. Nice road now that they’ve patched it; low traffic and you seldom have company. There were nine of us, and when we crested a rise we saw him about 150 feet up ahead. He looked over his shoulder, put his head down, and began to put some more distance on us.
A strange way to get dropped
A strange way to get dropped
A strange way to get dropped
We were about 80 miles in, headed south on Blackjack Road. Nice road now that they’ve patched it; low traffic and you seldom have company. There were nine of us, and when we crested a rise we saw him about 150 feet up ahead. He looked over his shoulder, put his head down, and began to put some more distance on us.
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