It’s the endless horizon, the sodium arc lights of a truck stop, the slap of windshield wipers, the all-night talk radio, the rumble of the tires on the road, and the smell of burnt coffee before the first light of dawn. On that last leg of the great American journey, you feel the melancholy, the strain, and the high you get from being awake too long. Route 66, the flat stretch of road between Albuquerque, New Mexico, and Los Angeles-the Purple Heart Highway.
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