Less-traveled roads are usually teeming with TEENAGERS… racing their hot rods and playing their rock and roll music on their god-forsaken guitars. THEY ARE OUT OF CONTROL AND THEIR MUSIC IS JUST NOISE!!!
No chain restaurants in out of the way places… just family-owned places like “Mom’s” and “Red’s Eats”, where the food seems okay at first, but as you chew and think, you get the distinct impression that the sausage patty might be an ex-employee.
Ghost Hitchhikers. You pick them up because you feel sorry for them and drive them home… AND IT TURNS OUT TO BE A GRAVEYARD!!! One of them still has my wallet and I really need it back…
If aliens are going to abduct you, study you, anally probe you and then put you back in your pickup truck, that ain’t gonna happen on I95.
Google maps can be pretty accurate and get you to your destination; or, it can dump you into a ditch at the end of a dead-end road in the middle of Wyoming’s timber wolf preserve.
Your car might break down in the middle of nowhere and after hours of walking you might come across a woman’s house in a remote area just off the road. A beautiful, intoxicating, elegant woman who you fall madly for and she falls madly for you and then you see in her closet that she has over a dozen hats FOR HER DOG so you flee the house and run until your lungs explode and life leaves your body.
Law enforcement officials in out-of-the-way towns have a surprisingly elastic set of ethics.
The one-lane bridge and tractor trailer just ahead are inconsistent with your type-a personality and you are undone by your own hubris; in fact, you are upside-down at the bottom of a river and your hubris is quickly floating downstream.
You come across old tourist venues from before the interstate highways… like amusement parks; but, instead of hundreds of delighted and screaming children, there are just two or three very focused homicidal clowns…
The highway numbers on back roads are longer than my social security id.
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
You forgot the caravanners conserving fiel by travelling at 60km/hr and there’s nowhere to overtake 😊
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Oh yeah… you’d know a LOT more about roads less traveled, Deb. We’ve got a nice shiny big interstate system where traffic moves as one… until a car flips…
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We have that too but also roads which lead to fields of flowers or pelicans and sunsets or rivers and croaking frogs 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
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Yes… but it’s FOUR DEGREES…
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Red’s Eats! Are you referring to Wiscasset’s classic? The line wraps around the corner rain or shine.
The anal probe and ghost hitchhikers? Sounds like Route 66 is filled with blog fodder….
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Actually, I hear that they anally probed some ghost hitchhikers… I hope they did it in the right spirit.
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Ghost probing presents unique challenges I’m sure.
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Fortunately, Harold Ramis removed all references to that from Ghostbusters…
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Funny! I really liked these bits: “you get the distinct impression that the sausage patty might be an ex-employee.” and “but, instead of hundreds of delighted and screaming children, there are just two or three very focused homicidal clowns…” But this one took the cake: “If aliens are going to abduct you, study you, anally probe you and then put you back in your pickup truck, that ain’t gonna happen on I95.” 🙂
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My sister claimed that she saw a UFO; but, considering all the party drugs she was taking at the time, I took it with a grain of salt…
How’s your son holding out with his camp?
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Really good (I think). His counselor is sending a lot of pictures and most have these really big smiles – so, that’s good!
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You’re so right! What do poets know…
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Most of the poets I’m familiar with know the grocery stores with the cheapest Top Ramen…
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I think of myself as a poet and I don’t really know anything, except how to find really cheap noodles of course…
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You also write some great prose…
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About Route 66. We hade a restaurant chain here in Sweden who had that name from the road, E66. Now the road is named E22 but Route 66 was gone for many years ago. Sure same chain as you have in US?
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Well, we don’t have a chain called Rt 66; however, the highway still exists. I live within walking distance of it in Virginia.
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I’m a bit offended. I frequent back country roads and have never, not once, been abducted and anally probed. What, am I not good enough for them?
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Sometimes, it just a matter of probability… other times, it’s a hygiene thing…
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Who have you been talking to?
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A poet who bathes regularly is as common as Rool-aids themed restaurants…
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Haha! Good one
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Thank you, Clever Girl!
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Your posts make me laugh
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I can’t imagine there is any banjo playing aliens around. — that’s a plus
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I have it on good authority that they think that we, as a species, have a “pretty mouth”…
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Interesting points, but what do you get by not taking that road, only traffic, says the poet from Bangalore.
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“in fact, you are upside-down at the bottom of a river and your hubris is quickly floating downstream.” I have to remember this the next time my road rage flares up.
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Keep your hubris where you can get to it…
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Not to worry, I have an emergency kit stocked with hubris, jumper cables, and band-aids.
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