After dropping my car at the mechanic’s, I found myself marching down the highway towards our town. Thankfully, two gentlemen in a worn truck stopped and offered me a ride. We all huddled in the front seat and rumbled into town.
In the back of the truck there was a beautiful dog called Snowbear:
She was the quietest, politest dog in the world.
Here is me with Snowbear:
I haven’t slept at all tonight thanks to an ill-considered cup of chai I had at 10 pm, hence the exhausted look.
I think this adventure counts as hitchhiking, and that makes me feel very American.



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