In who-knows-what-year, Zebulon Pike was taking the southern wagon road toward Cali when he saw an island rise up from the seemingly interminable Great Flat. Some time later, some guy named Penrose must have made a lot of money here, cause everything old and made of stone is named after him. This is Colorado Springs, known for being the home of military bases, prisons, and megachurches. RTD doesn't have a line down here. Not until this year did FREX create service between Denver and the Springs. There is an airport here, but no buses or taxis are available to get out there. This is really really America, a city built on getting married and having kids and driving places.
But lets not rule out contradictions. I have often asserted when hitchhiking that no one with money will ever pick me up. People who have felt need know what it means when they see someone hitching, and people who live with money and therefore have never felt need will never stop. I've gotten lots of rides from people in beatup cars, or construction workers, or latino immigrants, but i've never gotten a ride in a 2-seater BMW, until today. Thank you Colorado Springs, and God Bless America.
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