Everything was hunkey dorey until he reached speed on the highway, and all of the loose dirt began tornadoing around the cockpit of the car like some sort of demon dirt hurricane. It got in his eyes, in his nose, in his (limited) hair, and in his Jamba. He was on the verge of pulling over to do something about it, when it all finally settled down.
But of course, when the highway turned, and the wind shifted, it started all over again.
In the end, he ended up wrapping his black work shirt around the planter, to keep any more demon dirt hurricanes from happening. The rest of the drive was very pleasant.
Or so I heard.
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