Put me on a Highway. Show me a sign.

Its nice outside.   I think they call it Indian Summer.     Nice enough to ride, so I did.

Met a family in a neighboring chapter.     Kids were scared to go outside, for reasons that seemed pretty clear to me.   I remember a couple of things:   A)  the ride there.   wide open spaces and a breath of fresh air.    felt like it put a few  years on my life.   B)  The before-and-after look on that one kids face when we took him for a ride.  10 minutes.

So put me on a highway, and show me a sign.    And take it to the limit one more time.

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