[They've been traveling in and out of time long enough for Chrissy to be aware they'll lose the road here and there. It doesn't worry her when it happens, but she definitely remembers how rough it was getting the bike into New Orleans. The desert they're in now will be difficult in other ways, and she hopes they don't have to do it.
Luck is only on their side for so long, and eventually the road vanishes and it's just hard rock and loose sandy dirt beneath the tires. The radio doesn't work for them then, and they both get off and work together to keep the bike going until the road comes back to them.
Once they're back on, they approach a big city soon enough. It's late at night, but there's still all kinds of lights up ahead. She isn't surprised when she sees it's El Paso, and judging from the cars parked all over it looks pretty close to the time she comes from.]
We have to be in the 80s sometime. That looks exactly like my parents' station wagon.
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Luck is only on their side for so long, and eventually the road vanishes and it's just hard rock and loose sandy dirt beneath the tires. The radio doesn't work for them then, and they both get off and work together to keep the bike going until the road comes back to them.
Once they're back on, they approach a big city soon enough. It's late at night, but there's still all kinds of lights up ahead. She isn't surprised when she sees it's El Paso, and judging from the cars parked all over it looks pretty close to the time she comes from.]
We have to be in the 80s sometime. That looks exactly like my parents' station wagon.