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Zeke.
In elementary school, my bus stop was on 101, mid and late 60's.
All the little ranch roads converged to a point on 101. The bus would pull over in the dirt to pick us up. Easy day.
Want to go north on 101: You drove over to the median, a dirt median. This was Highway 101, looked right, and got on it. Imagine that. Two lanes both ways.
It was different, it was better. Westlake wasn't there. Jungle Land was.
Sorry.
The weather is still good; the rest is, frankly, now someone from somewhere else extolling the virtues of the thing they destroyed by moving in.
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1996 FJ80.
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