Oregon Route 31 Napping at 60 mph in a 75 mph zone I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride… Iggy Pop is the bare chested preacher to a congregation of neurotic suburbanites cruising over the open road. Oh the passenger/He rides and he rides/He looks through his window/What does he see? He…

Oregon Trail When mother calls, you should go. When the open road calls, you gotta go. The 1995 Chevy Gladiator is loaded with urbanite creature comforts needed to camp across the descending desert ecosystems. I am a 250 pound fly on the wall witnessing Brook and Teresa’s execution of well-organized vanning. Coolers of Tupperware, Rubbermaid…

The lizard runs amuck no more  Tase that scaly bug eating nuisance! Sic the professionals on him. Three days in the rear captain seat of Brook Brayman’s 1995 Chevy Gladiator luxury van to enjoy great company, America’s western countryside, and to battle an anxiety that has had liberty for far to many years. My long time…