[The wind whistles in his ears and whips his hair back as he maintains that crazy speed up until the rise over the little mountain pass ahead of them forces him to slow down. The bike did good, but it can only haul the weight of two people and all their shit so well, after all.]
Uh, let's see. What is it now, gotta be around eleven? I guess it just depends on the roads. Maybe Tucson, if we keep the highway.
[History says they won't keep the highway the whole way through, though - he knows that by now.
From up in these rocky hills, they look down onto the black stretch of midnight desert below. It's one long, straight highway heading northwest from here, and there's nothing to judge the decade by but the radio, which is still keeping on whatever it was just outside Van Horn, playing old country tunes. The style of cars at the checkpoint felt like what he now recognizes as the late 90s or early 2000s, maybe, same as in town when they left. It won't hold out forever.
In the far distance to the west, a series of tiny lights flicker through the brush. Flashlights, probably.]
We'll just have to see where we end up. I'm gonna guess we gotta slow down just to get through El Paso, anyway, that's gotta be a big city. We'll get gas there as long as it's not all cowboys an' indians again. Then from there, we'll go as far as the road lets us. I just hope we don't gotta walk too much of it, because that'll be real fuckin' rough in the desert.
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Uh, let's see. What is it now, gotta be around eleven? I guess it just depends on the roads. Maybe Tucson, if we keep the highway.
[History says they won't keep the highway the whole way through, though - he knows that by now.
From up in these rocky hills, they look down onto the black stretch of midnight desert below. It's one long, straight highway heading northwest from here, and there's nothing to judge the decade by but the radio, which is still keeping on whatever it was just outside Van Horn, playing old country tunes. The style of cars at the checkpoint felt like what he now recognizes as the late 90s or early 2000s, maybe, same as in town when they left. It won't hold out forever.
In the far distance to the west, a series of tiny lights flicker through the brush. Flashlights, probably.]
We'll just have to see where we end up. I'm gonna guess we gotta slow down just to get through El Paso, anyway, that's gotta be a big city. We'll get gas there as long as it's not all cowboys an' indians again. Then from there, we'll go as far as the road lets us. I just hope we don't gotta walk too much of it, because that'll be real fuckin' rough in the desert.