Connor, Josh and I decide to leave
Van Horn, Texas, riding on one tire that’s two big for our rims and one so
threadbare you can see the metal coming through. We are eight hours from home. Our spare is flat. My car has an internal problem, something
mysterious and painful, never identified, that causes it to squeal. My brother and I christened
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