Noodle's Pictures

Noodle didn't give me a caption for this, or at least not one I
could find. But that's her and that's her bike. And I don't care
that it's shaft driven. It still wouldn't be better than a Jeep.

Of this Noodle says: "Oct. 2 or thereabouts, 1998. My sister Hannah and myself on the bottom
bunk at Dad's house in Minneapolis. Note the immense beanie baby collection
hanging in the background."

And here she writes: "late August, 1998. Wild kittens help load the VX onto a flatbed towtruck in
the middle of the night in the middle of the prarie. I was towed 180 miles
to Pierre, South Dakota." I, however, know this as the place where she screamed about spiders.

What I want you to look at are the bags. When she left my house on the first part of her trip, she
spread everything in those bags all over the driveway about five times, compulsively packing and
repacking. She only stopped because I teased her. I'm convinced she drove off three miles and
repacked the whole thing. And, yes, that's my mini-van.

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