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“Agreed.” We rolled into Albuquerque a little over an hour later. The mountains shadowed the city on the east and many of the buildings had a distinct Southwestern feel, with boxy shapes and sandy hues. We got off the freeway and stopped at one of the first restaurants we saw, a retro diner that sported a historic Route 66 sign with pink neon lights. Inside it looked like something right out of the 1950’s, with a black and white checkered floor, turquoise-colored booths, and an old jukebox in the corner. The sizzling smell of burgers and the sound of “Rock Around The Clock” filled the air. We sat at the counter and both ordered old-fashioned milkshakes, burgers, and fries. When we told the waitress we were in a hurry, she said they could put it in carry-out boxes for us. “No salad today
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