They call him Todd...of Navaho Indian descent, he loves drinking his milk, has trucked over 4 million miles across these fine, fine lands, fished most of its rivers, collected a million stories along the way and raised a thousand eyebrows in the telling. Todd became and is hopefully the first of many dream lifts on our mad dash down to Brazil. With a big double bed in the cockpit of his amazing supped up truck, it was happy days as we set off early morn from Eugene/ Oregon all the way down to San FranCisco.
The road got rode in pure comfort as Todd reeled off story after story throughout the day. The night closed in quick, Todd wanted to take us to an Indian reservation Casino, The place was a crass hovel and the hotel was fully booked. A night in the back of Todd's truck it was. With a load of cushioned mats laid out, all was set for a good old roam round the land of nod.