Seattle. What a beaut. I've made it here to my friend Nick's apt. The ol' Passat is still truckin'. Barely. It quit on me a couple of times when i pulled in to fill up but when i reached speeds exceeding 1238u75128345 miles an hour...well, it runs just fine. I have faith that it will make it to dear Eugene. This country is big. Especially when you go across diagonal. Well, the porkchops are finished it sounds like. Dinna time.
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