Somewhere in the middle of Cajun country down on Chapel Rd, I heard a roar overhead and caught sight of a yellow biplane in a banking turn. I stopped and watched the pilot rise and fall to dust the crops, passing overhead 8 times before veering back toward the airport. Just another gift from the road less travelled.
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Mike SaundersIn May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing. Archives
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