Trans Am Girl

 

Trans Am Girl wants to drive her ’75 Trans Am—
it’s older than she is and has a bird on the hood—
south from Los Angeles to Tierra del Fuego.

“I can drive farther in one trip than my mother drove
in her whole life,” she said, “but that’s not why I’m going.”

“The Pan Am Highway,” I said, “is more of a concept
in many places than what you’d call a real highway.”

“Then I’ll help think those sections,” she said, “into being.”

“What will you do,” I asked, “in Tierra del Fuego?”

“Turn around, I guess,” she said, “drive up to Chicago,
make you look at all the pictures I’m going to take.”

“These days,” I said, “you meet a lot of nuts on the road.”

She laughed, got close to me, asked, “Do you want to come with?”

I exhaled, said, “No.”

She laughed again, said, “Then shut up.”

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Pan-American Highway (North America)


Pan-American Highway (South America)


Pontiac Firebird



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A Lost World Where Distance Is God’s Anger