In the nineteen seventies, there was never more than one car an hour past any checkpoint on the road.

After driving somewhere, people would want to collapse and exclaim, "I just drove here," like they want never to do that again. Then they would try to live where they were nearly forever and hope to never drive again. If it only involved a few streets, then people preferred to walk until they were old. The yellow lined road was built from Wichita Heights Kansas by the year 1930 and people came pissing out of Jamie's T-Storms country all the way to Boston like it was all for which a car would ever be. Janice Buzwell saw one other car before her passengers and masters Margarita and Paul Butterfield of the Farmer and his Wife painting burned to death in a fiery car incident involving an oil change almost as pictured. To this day, they're featured online in archives of the Census.