I was in school in Virginia. And a friend proposed that we drive his MG Midget to Panama, Central America. He was 18, I was 16. Nonetheless we each bought a pistol in Alabama for the trip. It was like buying a soda pop. We got some slightly used tires for...
It was my friend’s car. And that was long ago. Part 2 is for all of us trying to keep the world in one piece as a few crazies are trying to tear ir apart. Be well.
I did the Pan American Highway on a motorcycle in 1972 with two good friends who were Vietnam Vets. They taught me the importance of relying on local knowledge. We had the same war and revolution concerns.