Reminds me of the time I drove from Illinois to Seattle in my Spit. South
Dakota State highways are not quite the Autobahn. On one particular gravel
state highway a herd of cattle was crossing the road. While I believe I had
the right of way, the right way was to stop. In a matter of a couple minutes
my Pimento Spitfire was surrounded by 40-50 bovine detectives or chief
inspectors if you wish. Upon discovering I was of little consequence, they
went their way, and I continued on to Mt. Rushmore.
bILL Brockschmidt
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