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The sign was an improvised marriage of laminated paper and flimsy wood.

The plastic was worn at the edges, and the original yellow coloring of the paper had soaked away

through untold seasons, but the message of the sign was clear.

In bold Comic Sans font, it read,

do not feed the midnight clowns.

The drive from Oliumect to Prague took three hours on a good day, and five,

if the D1 was being its usual self.

But I always made it without any stops.

It was on that particular day, near the tail end of a Sunday afternoon ride,

that I felt the need to pull over into the particular gas stations.

I got a red bull in a baguette, and I sat down at the benches by the parking lot,

getting some caffeine in my system, and food in my stomach had me feeling better.

I was still feeling just a bit too sleepy to get back behind the wheel.

So, to wake myself up, I went for a bit of a walk around the lot.

It was a big place.

One of those spots were the long haulers, with four in plate sleep.

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