The roads in New Mexico, at least these highways I've been on for a half dozen hours, maybe longer, have enough loose gravel laid around on the face of the pavement to build another road. Enough gravel laid around to make the underneath of my car look like mutilated tin can, shot up by the bee bees of a shotgun shell. I haven't pulled over and
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