It's hard to love the road, but have little love for the people who live along it. I have a fondness for them, in small ways, but when one insists on circling me on his four wheeler while I pump gas on a gravel lot, I lose what little affection I carry for the folks as a whole. When I pass a man wearing a "Cool Story Babe Now Go Make Me a Sandwich" t-shirt, I lose a piece of the respect I was saving for them.
On the other hand, my love isn't about people. It's about place. I know all the arguments about how people make a place. But I'm not settling into one town and making a home. I'm driving through.
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