Driving to Vegas this morning (from Anaheim), through the Mojave Desert, and in a couple of hours from now we’ll be passing through Barstow.
Is Gomez gone yet?
I’ve driven this road before, took the picture below, and whenever we go through Barstow, I try to remember, and mouth out loud, as much as possible of Hunter Thompson’s classic paragraph in “Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas.” (I’ve basically got just the first sentence down pat).
“We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, I feel a bit lightheaded, maybe you should drive. Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals? [swatting the air].