These two horny dudes loomed over my breakfast burrito
Riding shotgun gave me time to let the road movie play…
I made eye-contact with a young non-Caucasian boy staring from the back seat of a passing gull gray Jaguar as I licked Cheeto dust off my fingertips, one at a time…
Sometimes you can sense which drivers are going to look your way as you pass them… Like the Limbaugh look-alike in a Liz Cheney wig, her long brown cigarette wedged between her arched-back left index and middle fingers resting at ten-thirty on the steering wheel, who gave me a ball chilling sideways glare…
Durango, Colorado before the corporate pods arrived
The food chains have exploded in once sleepy mountain towns… and everything in between… Babo’s, Blimpie’s, Beaujos, Blondies, Bradley’s, Bart’s, and Bob’s; Marks, Martha’s, Max’s, and May’s; Nini’s, Norseman’s, Nero’s, and Natalias’; Pangea’s, Papa Murph’s, Pippo’s, and Poppy’s; and through the alphabet. If people have paid money to eat it, you can find it anywhere…
On the back driver’s side window of a behemoth Government Motors pickum-up truck…
And on another gas-guzzling GM pigmobile…
Still completely surrounded and outnumbered by Obama bumper stickers…
And then, there are these behemoths…
Made large to be viewed large…
Still, others think we live on…
But the most haunting image of the whole trip…
A workman’s empty glove
spinning in the wake of a semi
down the broken white line of the highway
Propagandee on 
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it’s not fair that such stupid people live amid such splendor. oh, how i miss the mountains, even if they were just the puny ones of new yawk.
i will say the scenery is quite impressive