A DOOMED TRAIN-HOPPING TRIP
I had been itching to go on a trip when I was told my job would be relocated over the summer, putting me out of work for a few months. It just so happened that a friend asked me to drive all his stuff out to Portland. I would be driving from Missouri to Portland all by myself so I asked a buddy of mine, a famous moped rider named Mike, if he wanted to tag along with the promise of his first freight-hopping trip once we got to the Pacific Northwest. His response was an emphatic yes, so we took off, plowing across the Midwest, listening to Big Freedia and eating beef jerky.
