The story of our Dodge is a Greek tragedy in three acts. This is Dwayne I of French License. He’s like me, an American, far from home, bumbling about, hoping to avoid falling into traps. This picture was taken on a drive to Brittany. Vacation. Better days. You can see his California plates on the roads of France. What an advantage that was! That brief window allowed us carefree cruising, a fleeting chance to look at the world outside our windshield. After the window closed, we became like all the other drivers here- head down, eyes riveted on the speedometer, and fearful of oppression. This chapter explains why.
One last pause now, at that picture of Dwayne, when he was younger, and symbolised the promise of pleasure.
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