Word, 95% of the time, and 5% is utter bliss (depending on the road)
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Those roads make me sweat, but are worth it when you get out.
I can’t believe as a 12 year old my dad let me and my friend ride on the top of our car up the Hart’s Pass road. It was bliss and terror.
Bad judgement makes for indelible memories.
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Dad’s were crazy back then. Did they even know to worry about us.
And then imagine their dads. The stories of their childhoods…, incredible! And I always thought they were probably at least half lies, but maybe not?
I remember my great aunts saying of their grandads, “the angels helped them do those things.”
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