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here the big trucks roared ,wham and inside two minutes one of themcranked to a stop for me .I ran for it with my soul whoopeeing . And what adriver - a great big tought truck driver with a hoarse raspy voice who justslammed and kicked at ereryting andgot his rig under way and paid hardllyany atention to me . So i could rest my tierd soul a little, for one of the

biggest troubles hitchhiking is having to talk to innumerable peolple ,makethem feel that they didn't make a mistake piking you up , even entertainthem almost ,all of which is a great strain when you're going all the wayand don't plan to sleep in hotels .The guy just yelled above the roar and ihad to do was yell bak ,and we released.And he balled that thig clear tolowa city and yelled me the funnest stories about how he got around thelaw in every town that had an unfair speed limit,saying over and over again,'them goddoam cops can 't put no flies on my as !'Just as we rolled into lowa city he saw anoter truck coming behind us ,andbecause he had to turn off at lowa city he blinked his tail light at the other

guy and slowed down for me to jump out ,which i did with my bag ,and theother truck, acknowledging this exchange ,stopped for me , and onceagain ,in the twink of nothing , i was in another big high cab and was ihapyy!And the new truck-driver was as crazy as the otner and yelled justas much ,and all i had to do was lean back and rool on .Now i could seeDenver looming ahead of me like the Promised Land ,way out therebeneath the stars ,across the prairie of lowa and the plains of Nebraska,and i could see the greater vision of San Francisco beyound like jewels inthe night .He balled the jack and told stories for a couple of hours ,then,ata town in lowa where years later Dean and i were stopped on suspicion in

what looked like a stolen Cadillac ,he slept a few hours in the seat .Islepttoo ,and took one little walk along the lonely brick walls illuminated by onelam ,with the prairie brooding at the end of each little street and the smellof the corn like dew in the night.

aici camioane mari urlat, wham i n interiorul de dou minute unadintre ele cranked la o oprire pentru mine. am alergat pentru eacu whoopeeing sufletul meu. i ce un sofer - un mare conductorauto camion mare nvat, cu o voce ragusita de enervant, care

tocmai a criticat i a dat la ereryting andgot instalatii su n modi pltite hardlly orice ATENIE pentru mine. Deci, i-ar puteaodihni sufletul meu tierd un pic, pentru unul dintre cele mai mariprobleme cu autostopul este nevoie s vorbesc cu peolplenenumrate, s le fac s simt c nu a fcut o greeal te pikingsus, chiar i de divertisment le-aproape, toate care este o tulpinamare atunci cnd te duci pn la capt i nu au de gnd s dormi

n hoteluri. Tipul doar a strigat de mai sus urle i am avut de a

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face sa tipe bak, i am released.And el ghem care thig clar laIowa ora i a strigat-mi funnest povestiri despre cum a ajuns n

jurul valorii de lege, n fiecare ora, care a avut o limit de viteznedrept, spunand de peste si peste, din nou, "le-goddoampolitistii pot" nu pune nici o muste pe ca-mi! "

Aa cum am trecut n Iowa ora a vzut camion anoter venind nspatele nostru, i pentru c a avut pentru a opri de la Iowa ora aclipit lumina coada de la celalalt i a ncetinit pentru mine s sarafar, care le-am fcut cu geanta mea, i alt camion,recunoscnd acest schimb, sa oprit pentru mine, i nc o dat, ntwink de nimic, am fost ntr-un alt taxi de mare mare i am fosthapyy! Iar noul camion ofer fost la fel de nebun ca otner si astrigat doar la fel de mult, i toi am avut de fcut a fost din nouslab i rool pe acum i-ar putea vedea din Denver orizont demine. ara Promis, mod de acolo, sub stele, n prerie din Iowa i

cmpiile din Nebraska, i i ar putea vedea viziunea mai mare deSan Francisco, dincolo de el ca bijuterii din noapte. El a ghem

Jack i-a spus poveti pentru un cuplu de ore, apoi, la un ora nIowa n cazul n care ani mai trziu, Dean i i s-au oprit pesuspiciune n ceea ce arata ca un Cadillac furat, el a dormitcteva ore, n loc Islept prea., i a luat o mica plimbare de-alungul zidurilor de crmid singuratice luminate de un Lam, cutrista prerie, la sfritul fiecrui strad mic, i mirosul deporumb ca roua noapte.