I'm back from my trip out west. started it off with a dive into the pacific on ocean beach around 2am. Superkitty promised a hundred bucks to go in but we settled with a cocolate shake from some all night diner I cant remember the name of. Out over the mountains and into Reno, past all the lights and over to rt 50. They say say it's the lonest road and you can almost belive it except i was in good company and the car was running smooth and strong. stayed in Fallon that night and walked arond town in the morning to find a great cup of coffee and a few interesting shots while peering through the fence of a old repair shop. Great 56 chevy rusting away into forever. The shop keeper let me roam out back but didnt want to be in any pictures so I left knowing the true shot was lost. On the road and speeding down 50. Nevada is a planet landscape far removed from human touch. Even the great military bombs have a hard time making a dent in it's vast expanse of rock and dust. 90 miles an hour cutting from Ely south in the night. American prayer by the Doors plays from the speakers. I switch off the lights and we drive only by the slight hint of white lines in moonlight. This is one of the the great roads that lead straight to nowhere but this is exactly where were wanting to be. Tonopath and the Clown Motel , Morning... even in tonopath there is was lttle but crude stares and a strange hail storm prompting a young girl to act gleeful singing it's snowing, it's snowing. It was cold and the winds blew raw chasing me back into the car and back on towards the extratresral highway making our way southeast towars St. George. lost hours and wild horses, skimming along the planet only stoping for piss breaks and gasoline. While in St George Utah we discovered you should not choose a motel by how cool the neon sign out front is. Lara was a sucker for the little Indian boy who shoed us the room. It was the kind place where you didnt want to check under the sheets cause you were already certain you'd find pubic hairs from the night before. lara drank 5 beers out of 6 and went off to never never land as i switched channels on the tv listing to the squeal of the ac stuffed in the window. God I love the road...
too tired to fix the spelling. more to come...
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reminds me when I was broken down in Death Valley CA. waiting for the tow truck from Vegas to slither down the dark mountain hours away. A man who works at the gas station is talkng to me all night about his junkie wife and why the hell he was living at the "lowest point in America"(Stove Pipe Wells). He tells me when I get back to Vegas I should play the nickel Keno machine. 10 hours after my call for help the tow truck guy pulls up and I'm off back to the same place I was the day before. (side note..never trust machanics!!!) The next night at the Aztec Casino I did as the man said and played the Nickel Keno machine. And what do ya know after awhile I won the JACK POT! Not to say the jack pot is very large when it comes to nickels. Problem was I should have just walked away with the buckets full of coins and cashed out but insted I'm thinking hell its only like 50 bucks in nickels so I moved up to the quarters slots dreaming of the big bucks. While drinking dollar strawberry magaritas I managed to lose it all. Every cent and then some. Back in the hole and down the drain,,, I craweled back to my room at the Holiday Hotel a broken man (ok, maybe not so broken), only to meet some great new friends by the pool named Helen and Toly the next day. God, Helen was hot and I was spying on her while she layed out at the pool in her black bikini. ( years later and after a few road trips together were all still great friends. Only Toly and Hel have split up. and last I heard Helen has a pet monkey and a new boyfriend, as Toly wonders the bars checking out the ladies and plotting ways to make his films big business.) Ok..so maybe I've got carried away here, skimmit, and half assed the story a bit, and perhaps this recollection has nothing to do with yours. .. but ya know bad luck all has a way of working out in great ways. Only sometimes it has a strange way of showing it.
wow, now I remember why I should not stay up all night typing on this site... but instead of deleting this madness I'll just let it ride..snake eyes!
[Edited on Jun 06, 2003]
Currently, I'm back in DC only for a few days until I'm back out on the road traveling down the old east coast highway US.1. US. 1 runs from the top of Maine south all the way to the end of Key West Florida. Over the last month I've done the Maine to DC run. Great road it is. One of the best for sure. From the isolation of the Maine coast, through the Bronx in NYC to all the sweaty southern nights in the Carolinas, and clear blue waters of Florida. This road is certainly the most diverse paved passport to American culture there is.
If there is anyone out there that is conected to this road, let me know, tell me a story, give me some leads on what to check out and photograph.