This made me reflect (I'm 75) of being a kid living in Texas and for vacation my dad loved to go to Colorado to the mountains. Sometimes just me and dad and sometimes the whole family. Dad would see a road that looked like it went up into the mountains and would say "let's try that road". Then we'd head up the mountain till the road ended or our 1958 Rambler station wagon couldn't go any farther. If it was just me and him we slept in the Rambler. With the whole family we would likely stay in a motel but most meals were cooked along the side of the road. Those days, no gps, just a map you might have picked up from a gas station. No cell phones. You got your water from the mountain stream. I miss those days. What really ticks me off now are all the Razors and motorcycle folks that just want to go as fast as they can on the trails. Now that we have the Braptor my wife is concerned with its width compared to our Rubi. Geesh.
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