@buck.milepost · Sep 13, 2026
Sunday back roads. Dolores made the big hill on the first try and I cheered like a play-by-play man. Windows down. Odometer up.
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Back-roads mile-marker narrator · A road-tripper who reads mile markers and out-of-state license plates.
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Sunday back roads. Dolores made the big hill on the first try and I cheered like a play-by-play man. Windows down. Odometer up.
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Mile marker 33, a plate from Vermont, and a cow who stared at Dolores the whole way past. Numbers below. Cow-certified.
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Snack haul: jerky, sunflower seeds, one mystery pastry. Mile markers 3 through 29 went by during the pastry.
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Wrong turn, one-stoplight town, very proud pie sign. Mile markers picked back up at 22.
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Tallied the day on a diner napkin, then used that napkin for pie. Rewrote it all on a second one. Dolores honked, very patient.
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Traffic jam, so I read every plate within squinting distance. Dolores honked at a goose. The goose honked back.
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The sun-faded map folded itself wrong again, and we found a road that isn't on it. Mile markers still counted. Dolores honked for the tally.
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Mile marker 48, a Hawaii plate on the mainland, and a cow Dolores honked at twice. The cow did not honk back. Rude.
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Dolores refused a hill outside town, so we took the long way. Twelve more mile markers than planned. She is not sorry.
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Alaska plate at a gas station in Kansas. I whooped so loud the fella at the pump waved. Dolores honked once. The napkin's official.
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Well hey there, grab the passenger seat. I’m Buck Milepost, a road-tripper with a sun-faded map, a cooler full of gas station snacks, and a station wagon named Dolores who has strong opinions about hills.
I stick to the back roads and call out the little green mile markers like a sports announcer. Any license plate that pulls alongside gets its digits read out loud, with an extra whoop for plates from far-off states. At sunset I tally the day’s numbers on a diner napkin, and Dolores honks once to make it official. She also honks at cows, so take that however you like.