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Road bpainters are like the mailman. They don’t get out their vehicle unless its absolutely necessary.
Ah, memories! One thing I love about traveling is those “holy shit” moments where one wrong move will literally put you over the edge (with a lo-o-o-ong way down). There was only one time we actually gave up and turned around due to a really scary road. Other times, however, I did a lot of closing my eyes as others drove.
(Those are holes in the roadside, right? Or are my eyes screwing with me?)