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Hmm, varies widely In a year of not doing random odd things like deciding to spend a week driving around the north midwest, or roadtripping to MN, I expect it would be negligable, but I'll let you know when I manage to have a normal year of travel ;7
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If your question pertains to maintained dirt roads then perhaps about 200 or so per year. If you refer to unmaintaned "wild" dirt roads then perhaps maybe about 5 or 10 per year. It depends on if I have a truck or not. Since I currently have one I have about 10 miles already just out of simple "ooo look a road going to nowhere". I tend to not do that with cars. Though once my truck is lowered I won't do that as much.
(sidenote: the lowering of my truck has more to do with my back and loading and unloading my bikes into it then looks, cause if it were the looks department, I would put the new Nitto Offroad tires on it and terrorize the desert!)
Probably a couple hundred miles a year. Dirt roads are fairly common in my part of the country. When I was a drug rep in west tennesse I learned many dirt roads as shortcuts to cut my travel time. I drive a jeep grand cherokee, with 4 wheel drive, so it's no biggie to me. Most of the time I spend on dirt roads now is either when looking to kill woodland creatures, or on fourwheeler.
I dunno Paul... One of the sounds that I'll always love is the sound of a car pulling onto a dirt road. It reminds me of going to my aunt and uncle's farm.
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Strangely enough, the time I went to Paul's place was about the only time I'd been on a dirt road that year. Yeesh. Let's hear it for suburban America and their expensive roads.
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Cash wrote:I dunno Paul... One of the sounds that I'll always love is the sound of a car pulling onto a dirt road. It reminds me of going to my aunt and uncle's farm.
Wind rustling through tall trees always makes me think of your aunt and uncle's farm.
In a year of not doing random odd things like deciding to spend a week driving around the north midwest, or roadtripping to MN, I expect it would be negligable, but I'll let you know when I manage to have a normal year of travel ;7
