Okay 150 miles into my ride in stage coach. It's dropped to a bone, bone, bone chiling 57 Deg.. I'll be stopping at the next service labs(?) on the turn pike to put on the electric. Traffic is pretty thin. It's clear skies. But I see on my radar that there's rain moving into Mississippi and will be raining in Alabama when I get up there tomorrow or tonight or whenever the [...] I chose [...]. listen
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