Version 1activeOct 16, 2026, 12:55 PM
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Not much tread left on these old tires. Still this wreck keeps rolling down the road towards some undetermined destination. And the rocks stuck in the tread strike a rhythm, and the worn engine valves tap along like a cheap Hi Hat. Then, when my mind wanders between the white lines on the blacktop, a quartering wind brings a melody in through the broken driver's side window, and a song is born.