#Off roading

[krumpkin]

Dodge - RAM TRX 😁

[nasa]

Jessica Wittner

Jessica Wittner, a lieutenant commander in the U.S. Navy, hails from California. A National Outdoor Leadership School alum, Wittner enjoys riding motorcycles and off-roading. https://go.nasa.gov/49CxwUN

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[vintage-tigre]

[junglestrut]

[cpleblow]

Fall Aspens

(Colorado Rockies)

©cpleblow photography (2024)

[motocrunch]

[asphaltdesign-blog]

Scrambler in a deserted landscape.

Credit: Jeremy Bishop

[scheunensohn]

You died by my side but it never felt right

[chutefullofholes]

🛻

Gale twirled the pencil slowly between his fingers. The eraser knocked soft and steady against the edge of the table, his other hand rested flat on the sketchpad. Cessie leaned over on her elbows.

“Doesn’t have to be somethin’ deep,” She said. “Just whatever’s on your mind.”

Gale hummed, putting the lead end to the paper but not pressing hard enough to leave a mark.

"Don't think I can draw anything as good as you do." He said lightly, lips tugging into a half smile.

Drumming her fingers on the table, Cessie smiled back at him.

"Good thing I'm not grading you then, hm?"

He looked past her, toward the window. His mouth twitched.

“Looked out and saw some guy, just" He gestured, slicing the air in front of him with his left hand, sharp.

Ducking his head down, Gale pressed the pencil point down onto the paper proper. Drew a line tilted towards the corner, tilting his head with it. The proportions of the wing he was trying to sketch felt all wrong, drawing something that had been red and gorey all over the window in grey pencil felt wrong.

But Cessie was watching him, so he kept on.

The longer he drew, the more he hated it. But it felt right. Not in how it looked- but in how it scratched the part of his chest that felt tight. Like if he kept scraping at the door it would tip open enough for him to squeeze out and run.

“Regensburg,” He said after a few minutes, the word tasting something sour. He pressed his tongue to the side of his teeth and exhaled through his nose.

“Me’n John’s buddy Curt died on that one. Wasn’t the guy I saw get split in half, but.”

The pencil stopped moving.

“I miss him,” Gale said, voice gone croaky. “All the time.”

He blinked hard, tightened his jaw until it hurt.

“John don’t like talkin’ about it- about him. But I think you’d’ve liked Curt- he sure woulda' gotten a kick out of you.”

His pencil rolled slowly from his fingers and he let it go, eyes starting to sting.

[the-glitter-cowgirl]

Was born a truck girl, will always be a truck girl 🖤

[krumpkin]

Ford Bronco 😁

[vintage-tigre]

[visualvocabulary33]

[blockygraphics]

ATVRACE.BMF, from a 1994 Corel Gallery clip-art CD-ROM, via this bot.