The absence of nationality.
Tim, of Dirt Sunrise, met a random, old guy with an old Toyota of some sort. They talked cars for a few minutes before parting ways
Just a couple gearheads, and a quick, no-big-deal, curbside car chat.
Happens all the time.
You know the conversation.
But imagine driving a couple months into Central America and having that chat in Lolwut, Guatemala.
I wish everyone in the world could experience how it feels to connect with a stranger on the other side of the world and realize, “Holy shit. They are just like me.”
Find DeGoose. Follow the Dirt Sunrise.
It’s good stuff.
And a shout out to my MFF, MLR, and UK family.