Today’s trip was forty-eight miles, including driving off a cliff.
Perfect – he wouldn’t have to sit.
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James Buchanan hated driving, not driving as much as sitting so when he had to drive on business he always tried to make it within forty-two miles, the distance to the first rest stop.
Today’s trip was forty-eight miles, including driving off a cliff. Perfect – he wouldn’t have to sit. Comments are closed.
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