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They were now entering the freeway, merging onto
Interstate Highway 10 heading south; and soon enough they would be
at the Mexican threshold. In fact you could drive that same road all
the way to Panama if you really wanted to, not that anyone would.
"Is there a bridge across the Panama Canal? Or
a ferry, or what?"
"I doubt it's a ferry, or that shit would be shot
up by pirates like, daily."
"Well if there isn't a bridge I think there should
be, so that you can drive from Alaska to Argentina if it pleased you.
And then the next thing that we should do" -- this was a very coked-up
Fair Harrington speaking, by the way
-- "is build a bridge spanning from Alaska across the Bering Strait
and into Russia. It's only like 70 miles, or 90 miles or something.
With today's technology that could easily be done."
"Wait, isn't the Panama Canal only like a hundred
feet wide? Ffff, I'm sure they've got a bridge. They have to.
I mean, the canal was man-made in the first place, that's why it's
called a 'canal', for fuck sake."
"So if there was a bridge across the Bering Strait,
just think -- you could basically drive to Asia. That's brilliant."
"You wouldn't have to stop there, either. You could
drive all the way to Europe."
Based upon this simple premise, Fair's mind was
overtaken by a swarm of wild deductions and fascinating possibilities,
so many that he