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I figured a happy, melodic hitchhiker was less threatening. So on the roadside I stood, smiling and strumming the strings of my Gibson, hoping someone would take pity. I was thrilled when the VW bus slowed and parked on the shoulder. The back of the bus was riddled with stickers and the words "0 to 60 in 15 minutes." It may take a while but I would get to San Francisco somehow.

1 comment:

  1. ahh, memories of our "67 vw bus, (totally "cherried" out by the way)...the time to get to san francisco not an issue. the joy of being with my love, music that filled the head and heart and "on the road"... makes for stories to tell your children years later! nsh


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