Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers
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huge dusty parking lots alongside. Five motels, ranging<br />
from our Sleepy Hollow (‘clean – refrigair – TV’) to the<br />
Budget Inn Motel (’God bless you – free internet’) right<br />
across, Mexican Food To Eat In And Take Out, Harry’s<br />
Bar (Butch Cassidy’s favorite hangout), the post office<br />
with the stars and stripes on top and a number of gas<br />
stations. Our Chevy eagerly slurps it in, because all that<br />
work requires food. And work he does. If you accidentally<br />
forget to put your foot on the brake, Chevy simply refuses<br />
to be put in gear. Doing it his way he immediately locks<br />
the doors, dims the interior lights, checks the light outside<br />
and adjusts the exterior lights accordingly, tells you<br />
whether the trunk is closed and reports an unbuckled<br />
belt. Inexperienced with thinking cars as we are, getting<br />
along requires some habituation. Like at first Chevy<br />
refused to unlock his doors. The drivers door sure, but<br />
the rest stayed locked. When in growing astonishment<br />
we pushed some buttons on the key ring, the solution<br />
had to be hidden there, he angrily started honking and<br />
then started his own engine while we were still standing<br />
on the 7-eleven doorstep with our bottles of water<br />
and fresh buns. It was now completely clear who was in<br />
charge here. Only after some help from a more experienced<br />
Chevy driver he would accept us again and even<br />
open his doors with a cheerful bleep and a wink of his<br />
warning lights. Even The Byrds and Dylan sound quadraphonic<br />
through our little home, after a day of desperate<br />
pleading with the buttons and lights of the audio station.<br />
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