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A brief interlude to pay homage to a beloved car and that most freeing of pursuits: the road trip.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.” –Douglas Adams
Last week Scott and I received word from Sydney that our beloved Betsy—a 1984 Ford Laser we bought in Melbourne in 2003—was headed for the scrap yard. In an instant, a flood of memories, some of the best of our shared life, rushed forth—a testament to the role this car, and the epic road trip we embarked upon in it, played in our collective traveling past.
It was April 2003. We’d already quit our New York advertising jobs, put all our stuff in storage, spent a month...
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