Touring the Detours

Let me present Schmidty:

One night Schmidty was bored and wanted to go for a drive along the backroads…

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Sadly, it turns out the only cars in my intended price range were fixer uppers and spare part-ers. Since I’m not a mechanic, and I’m definitely not savvy at wheeling and dealing even a lug nut, I had to make a decision: go all in and buy a nice car, or be frugal and get a bomber. Well, here’s where option #2 got me: meet Big Red, a ‘95 Ford Escort.

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One of five churches in Doland. I was riding around on my bike, getting eaten alive by swarms of mosquitos, and still managed to take this picture. Being in a city makes you forget how much sky there actually is….and that it comes in colors other than blue, cloudy, and smog.

Old Goal: Within 2 weeks of leaving NY I need to be sipping a Lemon Drop Martini on Venice Beach while watching “quirky characters” swim in the (S)pacific Ocean.

New Goal: Treat unexpected extended stay in Doland, South Dakota (population 300…or 297 depending on which sign you’re looking at) as undercover writing assignment.THEN go to LA.

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