Finding your own road in a 996

A few summers back, I found a road from my youth.  The summer day and gentle breeze were beckoning me to take a drive.  I headed east, crossing from Kansas into Missouri.  Roads change there.  They move with the land, rising and falling.  Curves guide you to your destination.  Half an hour into my drive I found a memory.  A road I use to bicycle along when I was young.  The hills were steeper then, the curves more dangerous.  I stopped to take a picture.  A picture to member where I was, where I am now, and where I will be going.

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