Great American Expedition In all my years of riding a bike, I have always tried to imagine what would be the perfect trip. This ain’t it. What I am about to do, you see, is to cross 35 state lines, from New York to California, in about three weeks. During this misbegotten trip I will get rained on, laid, snowed on, sandblasted, laid, ripped off, thrown in jail, laid, ticketed, drunk, and laid, and I will get very high. But other than these highs, it will be your regular balls-out marathon, high-speed, almost-get-skragged putt. Boring. This whole foofaraw started on day when I was puttin’ down the street on my rigid chopper. I flew over a chuckhole that made the Grand Canyon look small 59
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