My one successful roommate experience (aside from moving in with Dan, of course) was the year I lived with my friend Donna. We were both newly out of college, employed but broke, and always looking for cheap ways to have fun. Our friendship was originally forged by a series of road trips back home from school, and we kept up that tradition while we were roommates.
This shot is from one of those days, when we got in the car with a vague destination in New Hampshire (or maybe Eastern Vermont) and just stopped when the fancy struck us. One of our finds was a trainyard full of abandoned cars, and this equipment was on the ground nearby.