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  • There is a piece of rubber on the road to Truth or Consequences. We are speeding along at a one-hundred-and-ten miles an hour on the I25. Chris breaks abrasively and makes a hard turn to the left, only to correct the movement right away. Adrenaline makes me take a deep breath of air. With fright do we see the massive piece of highly refined plastic disappear below our tires.

    Nothing happens, the Impala keeps it course.

    At this point the landscape had beguiled us for hours with abundant colors. Plains stretch out for hundreds of miles. Others gliding along this road are too few to mention and the Navajo country that we pass is appropriately called soft shoulder. Green rabbits' tails are spread out, like sprinkles on a vegan cupcake.
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