You smell that? Thats the smell of cigarette smoke and auto exhaust. Of Waffle House coffee and burnt oil. Thats the smell of the open road my friends. Do you have the grit to endure the white line fever? Can you stomach greasy spoon fare for weeks on end? Will you shy away from a flea infested roadside motel positioned directly over a dive bar? Does your bladder live up to the hype? Saddle up hombres! Because its time to hit the road…
Step inside my ramblin’ shoes and be magically whisked away to the following location(s)…
Also, heres some road food for thought (do’s & don’ts)
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