It's surreal driving on the shoreway and seeing only the road ahead of you, as if all the buildings have evaporated into the ether and vanished and I always wish I had a camera, but there's nowhere to stop and snap the photos off the bridge of these things, or the incredible smogridden sunsets that come over the bridges and industrial valleys.
Twenty more minutes and I'm back out into the grey, plotting out adventures in Pittsburgh and beyond, chortling at the strangeness of the powers that be, pictures to follow if all goes well, hopefully the car doesn't die.
Twenty more minutes and I'm back out into the grey, plotting out adventures in Pittsburgh and beyond, chortling at the strangeness of the powers that be, pictures to follow if all goes well, hopefully the car doesn't die.
With parties, you go to 'em, you never host 'em. Same with driving.
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