Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Flat number seven. Poor Sam has not had a lucky week with his back tire. Why oh why do you dislike us Gods of Iowa? All your denizens we meet seem to really like us, and we are trying to leave the state as soon as we can. Fifteen more miles and you wouldn't have to see me again until next July. Heck, you may never have to see Sam again. Really not cool Iowa.
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