We're going to a place in America we've never been, rolling west with the sun all trajectory, ray, the country bent an awkward angle, neck-wrenching, cloud-empty;skyway beneath. On the in-flight,on Discovery, muted, mechanics sweep a 1965 Chevy Impala, bleach-white, clean of her past,roll her factory-fine into sunup, shining. Roadtrip in the ether
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