Why Doesn’t the Narrator Get Off the Road?
[The exhausted Narrator has finished his story of what happened to Phaedrus in Chicago. The bleak Chicago situation mirrors his chilled and grim Coastal California travel with Chris. They press ever onward into the rain and black of night:] “The cars are thinned out to almost none, and the road is so black it seems as though the headlight can barely fight its way through the rain to reach it. Murderous. Anything can happen—a sudden rut, an oil slick, a dead animal.—But if you go too slow they’ll kill you from behind. I don’t know why we still go on in this. We should have stopped long ago. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I was looking for some sign of a motel, I guess, but not thinking about it and missing them. If we keep on like this they’ll all close.“(Cont.Next)
Three mi East of Ferndale, CA.
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![Why Doesn’t the Narrator Get Off the Road? [The exhausted Narrator has finished his story of what happened to Phaedrus in Chicago. The bleak Chicago situation mirrors his chilled and grim Coastal California travel with Chris. They press ever onward into the rain and black of night:] “The cars are thinned out to almost none, and the road is so black it seems as though the headlight can barely fight its way through the rain to reach it. Murderous. Anything can happen—a sudden rut, an oil slick, a dead animal.—But if you go too slow they’ll kill you from behind. I don’t know why we still go on in this. We should have stopped long ago. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I was looking for some sign of a motel, I guess, but not thinking about it and missing them. If we keep on like this they’ll all close.“(Cont.Next) Three mi East of Ferndale, CA. ************************************ (Photo = 116-1641cbz1.8 ..... ZMM Page = 359 ...... WayPt = 443w 0160ft)](http://ww2.usca.edu/ResearchProjects/ProfessorGurr/gallery/albums/album09/116_1641cbz1_8.jpg "Why Doesn’t the Narrator Get Off the Road? [The exhausted Narrator has finished his story of what happened to Phaedrus in Chicago. The bleak Chicago situation mirrors his chilled and grim Coastal California travel with Chris. They press ever onward into the rain and black of night:] “The cars are thinned out to almost none, and the road is so black it seems as though the headlight can barely fight its way through the rain to reach it. Murderous. Anything can happen—a sudden rut, an oil slick, a dead animal.—But if you go too slow they’ll kill you from behind. I don’t know why we still go on in this. We should have stopped long ago. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I was looking for some sign of a motel, I guess, but not thinking about it and missing them. If we keep on like this they’ll all close.“(Cont.Next) Three mi East of Ferndale, CA. ************************************ (Photo = 116-1641cbz1.8 ..... ZMM Page = 359 ...... WayPt = 443w 0160ft)")