a thousand dollars of work into the good old mercury sable, white, aptly named Bettie the Boat, and i find the major obstacle to the journey out of the way, but where to go? over the summer i had dreams (literal sleeping dreams) of driving to chile, a repressed vision or twisted interpretation of some motorcycle diary fantasy mixed together with my friend andrew's own desire to use the transcontinental highway, US-5, to reach the southern cone. perhaps somewhere in texas i may take a left turn and see how far i get before i run out of money paying border fees, but perhaps not. the supposed list of destinations (and people to visit) is as follows:
- cleveland, tn - julie t
- clemson, sc - cousins
- savannah, ga - friends at SCAD
- baton rouge, la - eric shuster
- new orleans, la - mardi gras 2009; katherine buras
- austin, tx - jeffrey
- san diego, ca - nate and kate
- newport beach, ca - final destination. bonny o'neill, aka my sister
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