jrnl: wrote some more about going north

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@@ -243,6 +243,8 @@ Eventually the mechanic came back and he agreed with my assessment. Then he look
 
 Eventually he helped me repack the bearings and put the wheel back together. I paid him for his time and tools and hit the road again. The scraping went away when I got above 35 and I figured I'd just drive and try to puzzle it out. Which is what I did for about another 50 miles and then I hit a bump and that was the end, the scraping became a grinding and I pulled to the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere. 
 
+It's been a long time since I was at the side of the road with no clue what was wrong. I got out and crawled under the bus but I didn't see anything. The conclusion I came up with was that maybe the slightly crooked pin in the wheel cylinder had become worse, making the brake pad rub the drum. That didn't feel right, but I had no other ideas. I limped along a couple of miles on the shoulder and pulled off in the tiny town of 
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 American roads are falling apart. I remember when we first started we'd notice bad roads. Louisiana's roads were terrible. Corrinne's grandfather built roads in Louisiana most of his life, we'd joke that the roads were probably the same surfaces he'd help lay. I also remember thinking that highway 101 in California, just north of and down through San Francisco, was one of the worst roads in the country. The point is we noticed bad roads.