Cycling Through the Heart of Rural American Fascism
All your support helps! I appreciate you! Upgrade at 40% offI grew up riding my bicycle on county highways in rural northern Wisconsin. You had to watch out for teen drivers racing around blind corners. The roar of an approaching motor meant you should dive into the ditch.Teenagers are equal parts youthful strength, delusions of immortality, and confused sexual energy. They aren’t the example that should form the basis of a society. And yet…The rusty pickup trucks driven by middle aged men posed an even greater threat. They embodied deeply rooted anger and sexual frustration.They pulled up…
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