I'm in trouble. Send for Bowie. Days 119-121

I'd been a little bereft of something for the last 16 days as Liverpool didn't have any games. They were playing Leicester in the afternoon and my recent find of a link via the club website to listen to fantastically biased commentary was something I'd been looking forward to a few days. The problems started early today. I'd been a little wobbly emotionally for a few days now. I don't know whether it was stress about lack of funding for the run beyond June, being affected by the enormity of the whole shebang and how little I'd done as a proportion of the total, or tiredness, I don't know. As with these kind of things it was probably a combination and things were probably getting made to be bigger than they were, in my mind. Therefore, when I felt a pain in the outside of my knee that got worse over the course of the first two runs, coupled with my dangerous little bit of knowledge, I became very stressed indeed that this could be anything from iliotibial friction band syndrome to some cartilage issue, neither of which would be pleasant, or conducive to 40 mile days. Even running past someone's cool minimalist cactus sculpture and the most Western sight ever, of a Cowboy Church right next to the Rodeo arena didn't lighten my mood. I plonked myself down in the RV to have a drink and raid whatever I could find that interested me in the cupboard. “My knee hurts”. End of statement. “Oh, where?”, Nads replied. “Lateral, maybe inside. It could be bad.” Meanwhile I'm fiddling with my phone to try and get decent reception for the match, getting more and more frustrated. Text report says Leicester have just scored. Cue swearing. It was time for me to get back on the road as Nads doesn't deserve to have me darkening her day when her tasks are hardly the most rewarding (when I'm a grump it's less so!). I think we were getting well and truly beaten by this point as I changed my shoes and headed out of Seymour (another land grab? Well done Seymour!). My feet were killing me. Maybe they had done for a few days. I think I'd run in this set of shoes for too long, but I at least had some reinforcements that I'd bought and I was seriously thinking about a change-out, changing shoes, changing anything. Needed to change something.

It wasn't that there wasn't anything good happening. I was still having some fun with the cows and running past a local scrapyard I took a couple of photos of something that could have been from the Roswell Incident. Basically they looked 10 foot wide flying saucers and I couldn't honestly tell you what they were. I'd say they were flying saucers. Still I was in a complete mind fug and running past a swamp of dead-looking trees I thought “That's me. That's my mood and I don't like it” and that thought stuck with me for the last hour of running. a slight upturn at the corner of my mouth may have been noted if you looked closely enough at the end of the day when I turned round. I sometimes do this and have a little think about where I've been, what I've done etc. Tonight I was looking back at another of those great sunsets that we've been lucky enough to experience. Maybe tomorrow would be better. So many things are sorted with a good sleep. Liverpool still got beaten though. That'd be the same tomorrow. See! I just couldn't see the positives for trying!

Start: Vera, TX. Finish: Jct of Cty Roads 210 and 422. 43.6 miles. Day 119 Tune of the Day: Boomtown Rats – Tell Me Why I Don't Like Mondays. What could go wrong did – at least there was a hint of redemption in the sunset as I turned around to gaze upon my train wreck of a day. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dplpWIpofHI

I looked down at my feet. My second toenail on my left foot looked a little redder than it should be and it was sore. It was time. It was probably time a week or so ago, if not earlier. This toenail and I may part, but new shoes will hopefully prevent any more fall-outs between my toenails and me. Fall-out in the literal sense. One of these Nike Pegasuses (Pegasi? Pegasus?) was so white it hurt my eyes to look at them when the sun shone on them. It also made my leg tan look incredible, darling. Perfect running conditions for me, not too cold and going to be cloudy all day. I like the sun, but it can be so...inconvenient at times. Maybe I should enjoy it while it lasts – I was heading east after all. It was a tired Rob that started, probably not the most well rested, after my emotional tumult of yesterday. The road delivered me to Archer City, which had a retro feel and a tourist office salvaged from an old gas station, with the old pumps and a 50's style mural in place and the ubiquitous water tower/War of the Worlds sleeper cell. I was taking more of an interest in my surroundings today, which had to be a positive thing. I'd also taken comfort from a few nice messages I'd received that day on social media. I ran well, feeling good, passing through Windthorst and the Hoffland Holstein Ranch – though I didn't see the Hoff tending his herd and the miles melted away. Towards the end I began to struggle a bit, but guess what? I just slowed down and continued to enjoy the run.

I'd been noting signs for Vashti and a place called Bowie along the way and a very peculiar thing happened. I saw three of them in fact and after each one, the next song that came on shuffle was by that fella himself, the Starman, David Bowie. Surely that can't be a coincidence, can it, but if not...what was it? The final song, features as the Tune of the Day and I listened to the lyrics more intently for some reason. They epitomised the support I've been receiving, but maybe not realising the significance of it as I'd been focused on a lot of details that maybe didn't really matter so much. It came at the right point, with the upturn in my mood allowing me to see the wood despite the trees and emerge from my swamp of yesterday's afternoon and evening. I've put the lyrics at the bottom. Next time you're feeling overwhelmed, isolated or ignored, have a read, or pop this on and tell yourself it'll be alright. Chances are it will be in the end, even if it wasn't the way you planned.

Start: Jct of Cty Roads 210 and 422. Finish: Cty Rd 410, between Buffalo Springs and Vashti. 43.1 miles. Day 120 Tune of the Day: David Bowie – Rock n' Roll Suicide. Check out the lyrics in the second half and you'll get it...if you didn't already of course! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXpy3Tl7tN8

I pretty much sprang out of the RV as I was in much greater spirits, aided by the fact that we were planning a slightly shorter day today, as were confined in our distance by suitable stopping places. By short, I of course mean 0.4 miles under the 40! This short run took me to Vashti, though a Bowie song didn't greet me on shuffle this time. That wouldn't be the case for long. An added bonus was finding another registration plate to add to the collection, this time a retro Texas truck plate, which makes two! I also got to have a road pretty much to myself as my second run of the day was on an unpaved road, saving me half a mile or so, but not enough that cars would choose to take it. Win. Having a little break, I was pretty engrossed in something on my phone when I heard a voice. Ray, a local farmer had seen me coming towards his house and came out with two bottles of water. He was pretty hard of hearing, and this plus a Scouse accent made it a little tricky for him to understand me, but he definitely got that I appreciated his gesture!

On this nice roll of things going in the right direction was of course the town of Bowie and not needing an excuse to fill my ears with his wares, I still took it and listened for the rest of the day. When I'm in the mood for a particular artist, it really makes time fly, though I use these little boosts sparingly, so as not to lose their impact. Bowie was a nice little town and on the way out, I made a new friend, whom I named Norbert. Who straddled the dividing line of pony/horse so well I couldn't call it. He was very friendly and didn't have any bitey tendencies, a factor I rate highly in the equine species. Maybe he was as happy as me, for today was the first day of spring and it was as if the animal and plant kingdom knew. I heard crickets for the first time in months, caterpillars crawling across the road, bluebirds flew between trees showing off their bright purple blossom and the black vultures...had returned. I don't know if that's a spring thing, or if the word of my fragile state of mind from a couple of days ago had reached vulture HQ. What a perfect day...almost.

I took a side road to St. Jo, where I was saddened to see the unedifying sight of three dead coyotes and a raccoon dumped at the side of the road. I'm aware that farmers have the right and they would argue the need to cull coyotes in this area (to be honest I don't know enough about the situation to say that this shouldn't happen), but it feels wrong to me; God knows what the poor bloody raccoon did to deserve his fate and regardless of the reasons, to just dump these intelligent, beautiful animals at the side of the road is plain wrong. I hope the perpetrator gets really bad haemorrhoids or something.

Still, the day ended on an upswing when I had a good mile run with a very friendly retriever, only stopping to have a pee on tress and letterboxes (him, not me), chase cats and get barked at by other, yard confined dogs. I got a little concerned as we neared the busy road, but his race was run and he trotted back home. Even forgetting to turn my watch on for this last mile couldn't dampen my spirits. I was back, with a little help from those around me and a bit of positive thinking.

Start: Cty Rd 410, between Buffalo Springs and Vashti. Finish: Jct of Highway 82 and Field Rd. 39.6 miles. Day 121 Tune of the Day: David Bowie – Ziggy Stardust. Not that you need an excuse to listen to Bowie all day, but I took the little one I had. He is just a genius. Wish I could have seen him live, or could he have lived up to the pedestal I put him on? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLYafk0Lui0

Total: 3929.12 miles

From Buddy to Woody... Days 115-118

I think IF I was driving Jenny, I'd have developed some sort of teleportation device by now to avoid the frustrating drive 10 miles or so down the road to where we finished the previous evening, but alas, we don't have one, so it was up to Nads to valiantly do her duty. At least returning to the RV park for breakfast is less stressful than being on the hard shoulder of some highway. After said breakfast and a nice goodbye from the RV park staff, it was another 11 miles to get to central Lubbock, where much excitement awaited. I actually had some excitement during my 11 miles as I met a couple of times with Alyssa, intrepid reporter from KMAC Lubbock, looking glam despite the ferocious wind. The wind itself was a huge story in Lubbock that day as it was reaching 60mph and was implicated in a couple of fires, which nearly scuppered the interview! However, this was in the good news tray for me as it was squarely at my back. I turned off the highway onto 19th Street, which was something quite remarkable. I think you could live on this street, never leaving it and have a fully enriched life. You can be born at the hospital, which will hopefully keep an eye on you as you progress through the elementary school, high school and Texas Tech University, where you get a job and live in one of the beautiful houses lining the road, but a car at the local dealer, go to the theatre and have some great nights at the bars, coffee houses and restaurants, get christened, married and eventually eulogised over at your funeral at one of the churches. Most importantly though, you could make a pilgrimage to the monuments to one of the true sparks in the Rock and Roll revolution: Buddy Holly. I'd kindly been offered a tour of the museum as a result of the connection I'd made with Stephen Easley, trustee of the Buddy Holly Foundation, whom I'd bumped into whilst running in Austin, back in October! It was here I caught up again with Alyssa (a keen runner and Forrest Gump fan) who created a fantastic piece for the 6 o'clock news and with Vanessa of Fox34, who did a top bit for their website. The Buddy Holly museum and the Allison house next door, where Buddy wrote many of his hits, including “That'll Be The Day” were fascinating and the original artefacts there are something else. WE had Sebastian as our guide, who was very knowledgeable about the “home” subject but also about the Beatles, who stated that Buddy was their major influence. No Buddy, no Beatles – they were named to be aligned with the Crickets, Buddy's band. Tragically killed in a plane crash at the age of 22, the sight of his famous glasses, recovered from the wreck, was super poignant and forced a deep intake of breath and certainly a reminder of my own mortality. In another wing of the museum, there was also a (surprisingly, for me) really good quilting exhibition. I still can't believe I've just typed that – but it was good!

On a couple of recommendations, we crossed the road to the Triple J Brewery and Chop House for lunch, passing the McCartney oak, planted to commemorate his concert in Lubbock in 2014 and were greeted by Cody, Jaquenette and Josh, who made our lunch pretty memorable. A free beer on the house for the runner (I like), donations for the charities (Like even more) and great food. So great in fact I was sluggish as a post-hibernation bear after lunch and whether it was the two bigger runs this morning, or the excitement, I really struggled with the third run (also big). Nads was late too and it was starting to get a bit chilly. I'd left my phone behind (with Nads, I thought), so no contact possible. After half an hour of waiting, I was getting a little worried and even ran half a mile down the road as I could see something that looked a bit like Jenny on the distance (it wasn't). Eventually she arrived. A catalogue of cock-ups. We'd left the lights on in Jenny all day. Flat battery. Josh was a superstar and had jump leads and sorted us out there. Meanwhile, the staff from the Buddy Holly Center had found my phone in the gift shop and managed to find the RV and returned the phone. The irony is that if Jenny hadn't failed to start, we'd have had a right palaver trying to find the phone. Oh boy! That'll do for the day.

Start: Jct of Highway 62 and Parrot Road, Ropesville. Finish: Jct of Highway 62 and Pecan St, Idalou. 32.8 miles Day 115 Tune of the Day: Buddy Holly – That'll Be The Day. Genius. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq9FCBatl3A

Friday was always going to have a lot to live up to after the excitement of yesterday and I secretly hoped it was too! It was certainly less windy, but that wind from yesterday seemed to have brought in a chill with it and one that I rugged up against stepping out of the RV. Now I think this is a “thing”, so bear with me if not, but you know when you're cold, you always seem to need a wee more? Well I do and I had to dive behind a tree very early on. As I emerged, I had the slight horror of someone pulling up right next to me on the road. This was my meeting with Jeff. He'd seen me on the news and seen me running and wanted to say hi. Fortunately I'd put my gloves back on, so was happy to shake his hand. I don't know if he knew what I'd been up to, but he was pretty chilled anyway. It was nice to meet someone interested in the run early on, as it always puts you in a good mood. On to Ralls, home of the Jackrabbits – not just a sports team, but also the World's Largest Jackrabbit, to be found in the grounds of the stadium. I guessed around 15 feet tall – there can't be many bigger if any at all – so I reckon it's a valid claim! Some further giants were to be seen down the road in the cute town of Crosbyton, complete with 50's style murals and a fossil museum – where the remains of mammoths and other prehistoric beasties were on display. That is, if it were open as the owner is poorly, currently. I took a few snaps through the window and had to make do. It stayed pretty cold all day, getting us nicely prepared for what we knew was going to be a super cold night, for what we've generally had at -3C/26f. I'd probably classify it as DEFCON 3 in terms of RV cold conditions – extra blankets on the bed, long sleeves AND a hat were called upon as we settled near a huge phone mast on top of a hill looking down towards Dickens. Would our defences hold up?

Start: Jct of Highway 62 and Pecan St, Idalou. Finish: Off Highway 82, approx 8 miles west of Dickens. 42.9 miles. Day 116 Tune of the Day: The Rolling Stones – Not Fade Away. Still struck by the poignancy of the Buddy Holly Centre exhibits, I reflected on his influence on music as we know it – this was a Buddy song and the Stones' first hit. Not a lotta people know that. After a late afternoon deflate yesterday, it was also a message to my psyche. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUNXQNkl_QI

The answer to whether we'd judged our layering against the night time chill was yes, a surprising result as a good night's sleep was had by all. This is especially surprising as I seem to have huge temperature variations during the night, often waking up in the early hours drenched in sweat after my witching hour bodily repairs draw to a close and the furnace gets switched off, leaving a wet, cold Robla to get up and get changed before getting back into bed. So it was a refreshed team that began the day, still at -1C/30f, so it was the heavy gloves for me and it was these gloves that were soon shaking hands with Billy, a local of Dickens, on his way to work, who had seen me running and was worried I might need a lift. He remarked that it's a shame that people don't really give people rides any more and I felt a sense of pride when he told me he wasn't one of those people. He had a bloody strong handshake too. I let him know I was OK and off he went to work – I think I ran past his truck on the outskirts of Dickens (Cool name, huh?) after running past the old gaol and sheriff's office, where a sign told of a $25 fine for talking to the prisoners! I met Nads at a local rest stop after a good few undulations in the road and I felt that my mood was also undulating a bit, though just topping out ok, as the sun was out and it was George Harrison's birthday, so you can't be too glum, but despite the good sleep, I just felt tired, running wise. It was a possible portent of things to come, emotionally though. Our target was to just get past Guthrie for the day, passing the famous Pitchfork and 6666 ranches, the latter home to Dash For Cash – possibly the greatest quarter horse ever, apparently! I resisted the temptation to dash the last quarter mile, though Jenny fever always tries its best to get me to.

Start: Off Highway 82, approx 8 miles west of Dickens. Finish: Off Highway 82, 3 miles east of Guthrie. 42.88 miles Day 117 Tune of the Day: George Harrison – Here Comes The Sun. Happy birthday George – it may have been cold today, but at least it was sunny, so I say: “It's alright!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNS_SUmCJm4&list=RDJNS_SUmCJm4

Sundays are often pretty nice to run on the roads, as fewer people seem to be out and about. Maybe it's an American thing overall, or maybe regional, but I think there is more of a church based respect for Sunday as a day of rest and while I can't take advantage of that per se, I can certainly enjoy the repercussions, running in the middle of the carriageway in an attempt to beat the cambers of the road loading my joints unevenly. As such it was a pretty low impact morning on the senses, with mostly flat farm land, nice enough weather and peace and quiet. My major form of excitement came from running past herds of cattle and wondering if they'd be brave and stay put, or run away, or alongside me. Sometimes you couldn't work out quite whether they were in flight, or coming along for the ride. I loved the fact that if one was running away past another oblivious cow, it would headbutt, moo, or otherwise cajole his pal into scarpering too. Looking out for each other – I like it.

I reached the town of Benjamin where I met my final truck-driving local in Kevin, who was filming me from the other side of the road, so I went over and said hi. He'd seen me on the news and wanted to take something home to show the family. He was pretty adept at selfies, so a couple were taken and off again I went, eerily passing a roadside memorial with one of my friend's names on it. He's still alive (I checked), but it was pretty freaky. Could you imagine if it was your own name...shudder. I'd also run past a large statue of a single arrow embedded in the floor, making me think of the Twin Arrows Trading Post in Arizona, where Forrest gets a face full of mud and makes his “Have A Nice Day” shirt. How I'd love to get the chance to see that. The only way to dot hat is to keep running I guess and that's just what I did. Same distance pretty much as yesterday, no drama. Business like. Solid. Day's end: Vera. What a great name for a town, like Benjamin. I even saw a sign saying “Keep Benjamin Beautiful”. Brilliant. Was this some sort of “plant your flag and it's yours” land grab? I need to do some research.

Start: Off Highway 82, 3 miles east of Guthrie. Finish: Vera, TX. 42.8 miles. Day 118 Tune of the Day: Woody Guthrie: This Land is Your Land. A huge influence on Bob Dylan and later on, Bruce Springsteen – one of the first white American songwriters to get gritty and real. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxiMrvDbq3s

Total: 3802.82 miles

Round 2 with the big guy...ding ding! Days 112-114

The last full day in New Mexico before the big guy again. To be fair, I think a lot of New Mexico's exciting things may be behind me, but there's always little gems to be had in unexpected places. A derelict gas station/store with some good graffiti, set against a stunning blue sky made for a good photo and as I was watching this, something, or things were watching me. A small herd of deer about 10 strong were curiously/nervously observing me from afar. When I started running, they ran towards me, but when I stopped to take a photo, they scattered, very quickly, with one poor fella lagging behind. That'd be me now, down at the track. I left them behind once they'd stopped at a safe vantage point and saw that Jenny was in the distance, next to a store advertising home-made pies. Lunch was sorted, in my mind, before my hopes were dashed by it being shut. We thought it might have something to do with it being President's Day, but NM doesn't observe it until the day after Thanksgiving, so maybe this was just another example of a business finding it was the end of the road. The local cattle appeared to be waiting for their lunch too, the other side of the farm gate. Maybe they were glad the pie shop was closed? Over lunch I chatted to Darrell Moody, a news reporter based in Florida who did the local news for Roswell, naturally! This was actually my first US radio interview, so quite exciting! A need to finish slightly earlier meant I left without really organising myself, so I elected for suncream rather than charging my mp3 player soon all I had for company were my thoughts, that is until the deer turned up, 10 miles or so down the road. I thought it was likely another herd, but there were 10 again and when they scattered, the slowcoach was again, left behind. I'm not sure if they thought I may be bringing food, or whether I was smelling like some sort of alpha deer (which is certainly a possibility), but it made me smile. I hope they didn't feel like their day was wasted following me. I managed, a little further on to download a radio app and cajole my phones headphone jack into just about working and managed to catch the interview in the last few metres before the close of play, sandwiched in between an advert for handguns and an article about pecan weevils. I think this is a pretty unique combo that may never be repeated!

Start: Highway 380, by a big pile of dirt. Finish: 2 miles short of Tatum on Highway 380. 43.4 miles. Day 112 Tune of the Day: Queen – Radio Ga Ga. Even though I've done radio interviews before, this was the first time I'd ever heard myself actually on the radio. Quite surreal and judging by the increase in attention from passing cars, radio may yet to have its finest hour...

Waking up in our free municipal RV park was a nice change – designed to encourage people into town, but there wasn't really anything to do in the immediate area as it was pretty much on the edge of town, hence no other RV's and maybe the reason why the power seemed to be off. Hey, it was quiet and no-one was going to move us on. This equals a good chance for a restful night, so for free...we'll take it. It was just sort of a shame that we didn't really get to go out and about one last time in NM. The reason was...Texas is the morning! I like Texas – it was the state that last time acted as a bridge from the green, hot, humid East, to the fairly hospitable deserts of the West. Seeing the landscape change over 893 miles was...I've just sat here for five minutes trying to think of a good description...but I think you'll just have to do it for yourselves. You may use a car. I recommend it heartily. That'll do as a description. This time it'll be just 500 miles. Running 40+ miles a day means twelve days, making it seem almost normal sized. It's not, obviously, which is a good reason to change time zone as we go over the border. It seems as though it has been getting darker earlier and light a lot earlier as we headed towards the opposite International Date Line, even at this speed!

So...we were in the Panhandle Plains. What would this look like? New Mexico had been preparing me for it, with the odd oil derrick dotted about, but Texas doesn't mess about. This land has a lot of oil, but it's great for farming cotton. What to do? Farm oil! The surreal scene of ploughing patterns around oil derricks, with eau de petroleum and a fair amount of noisy trucks was my backdrop. I'm weird about the smell of oil. I like it (I know I shouldn't), but it makes me hungry, so my senses were all on the go, as of course, there was always some pain, somewhere. This was just plain (sorry for the pun) wearing me out and stressing me out as negative thoughts filled my head. I needed to reset. I stopped at a semi-derelict barn and decided to have a poke about. I was trying to work out what had made some of the unusual droppings in the corner, when a barn owl swooped past my head and I could see another in the corner. This flew out then kept coming back to look through a hole in the roof at me, before flying off again. I could hear sounds indicating that there may have been some babies and figured I was stressing out their folks, so I left, with all troubles seemingly gone, as I notched the last miles of the day, down cotton lined roads and the sun at my back. Things ain't so bad.

Start: 2 miles short of Tatum on Highway 380. Finish: Just after Jct of Highway 380 and Cty Rd 435. 42.6 miles. Day 113 Tune of the Day: Nirvana – On A Plain. Weird coincidence. I was remarking that we were now on the plains, we stayed in a place called Plains and I later learned it was Kurt Cobain's birthday.

Farmland, as far as the eye can see, on a dead straight road and I didn't think there was going to be any change for a long time yet, so my mind needed something to occupy it. A healthy dose of continual fear of explosive diarrhoea was the unexpected and unwelcome diversion. I hadn't eaten anything funny, but I was in trouble. I don't know if you guys really want to know this, but hey, this is REAL maaaan. Early morning occurrences had indicated that this was a possibility and I was only a few miles down the road when it was on. S**t was going down and it was on the verge of becoming literal. No cover, anywhere. It was either going to be limping to the houses I could see a mile away, or being the worst scarecrow you've ever seen. I now know here are few greater humiliations than asking a complete stranger firstly can you use their toilet, then inquiring where the toilet paper is, leaving no doubt your intentions. My unusual guardian angel was Gerald. Gerald is 73 and while he recently retired from his second job with a fertiliser company, he still farms cotton and stays active, having been a good track runner in his youth. He's a Gomez man, through and through living next door to his daughter-in-law, granddaughter and grandson. We had a fascinating chat about cotton farming, the area and running. He even watched Forrest Gump the night before. You couldn't make it up. Fate had sorted me out and I waltzed down the road like one of those old-school Disney characters, with birds singing and prairie dogs/ground squirrels larking around at the roadside (these things were actually happening!). It was not without a smirk that I entered the next town – Brownfield, a proper farming/cowboy town with an old-time Rialto cinema, block paving and various shops servicing the local farming industry. The main attraction for me though was a Mk I convertible, gold VW Golf, which had seen better days but was only $500. If I lived in the US, I'd have bought it then and there and worked out if it drove afterwards, she was that pretty. I spent a lot of the day imaging Nads and I completing the rest of the route with the top down, listening to 80's tunes whilst wearing a white linen suit, loafers and no socks. That's right. Super cool.

Oh yeah… I did some pretty good running too. We even got to our RV park in time for sunset and met a great couple Dave and Ann, who've invited us to dinner in two weeks in Hot Springs, Arkansas. A day of a constant upswing. S**t happens. Sometimes.

Start: Just after Jct of Highway 380 and Cty Rd 435 Finish: Jct of Highway 62 and Parrot Road, Ropesville. 42.3 miles. Day 114 Tune of the Day: Rolling Stones – Turd on the Run. I don't think you need me to explain this… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LP5n0gOWnk

Total 3641.44 miles