Gallaher road - named after me

Im exhausted, man not just from the ride, but from the sheer, surreal absurdity of this moment. Im standing here, helmet on, sunglasses down, next to my Harley, like some kind of roadside monument, and Im pointing at the sign. Gallaher View Rd, it says. Exit 379A. Half a mile. And its named after me. I didnt know. I had no idea. Im not even sure how I became a road. A street sign, a highway exit Im a landmark now. Im the reason someones GPS is going Gallaher View Rd half mile like Im some kind of mythical figure. Im not even sure if Im proud or just completely drained. Drained from the sheer, weird, unbelievable weight of this. Im famous. Not in the way I thought. Not with a trophy or a spotlight or a fan base. Im famous because a road is named after me. Im exhausted from the ride, from the sun, from the sheer, ridiculous, wonderful, terrifying realization that Im a road. Im Gallaher. And Im still trying to figure out if thats a curse or a blessing.

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