"Time Travel USA.
Any time for a dime. "
Is what the billboard read. He was driving though the expanse of Nevadas highway 50. Where you could almost swear you time stood still.
Any time for a dime he thought.
What was the billboard trying to say? Some roadside travel attraction he imagined. However...if anyplace time travel was possible. It would certainly be on a road that time seemed to forget. That seemed to stretch...impossibly long. Possibly forever.
He has been driving on the road for indeed what seemed like forever. And where was he going? A man without a destination in his old second hand Buick. When did he start driving along this road?
Time Travel USA.
What did it mean?
Any time for a dime.
Did he even have a dime? Or just his damn Amex card. He thought he did. A single dime. But hadn't he used it on something?
Hadn't something along this long road cost a dime.
Perhaps...some toll or a tip for some waitress in a long ago place.
Or had he....
No that would be silly.
He kept driving and turned up his FM radio.
What had he spent that dime on?
In the distance a billboard advertising time travel seemed to Gleam.
Knowing what he had spent the dime on.
Knowing he would be on the long Nevada road for quite a while.
But there would be a end.
Oh yes.
There was always an end to the long and endless road.
