Head Spun

The tarmac layed out under our humming wheels. America, the home of the endless highway. Imagine living on a 9 mile island and going 25mph and then, finally, hitting the flat black of American ashphalt. Cape Cod to Florida, Daytona Beach to Ocean Beach. Coast to coast cruising. The incredible flatlands of the southern U.S. desert right up to the border where the talk is all about the big wall. The wall to protect us from the Mexicans. "I thought we tore down the wall?" I over heard someone say in a little market not too far from the border. Onwards over rock strewn, heat baked mountains and down into the San Deigo netherworld.