After seeing the house, we continued on to L.A. Downtown isn't so unlike Detroit, though the homeless population greatly exceeds Detroit's. As one officer who gave me directions to another precinct in hopes of a police patch exchange put it "take a right, you'll come upon a shit load of homeless, turn right, and it'll look like skid row. That's were traffic enforcement is." After our little venture in L.A., we drove through Hollywood, which like in 1995, was the same shithole it was then.
Beverley Hills and Rodeo Drive were very impressive, as was our final destination in the L.A. area, the Santa Monica Pier, the final stop of Route 66. After an hour or two on the pier, we started our venture east, with our planned stop for the night in Ely, NV.
We passed through Las Vegas, and then north through the desert on 93 north, on the way to Ely, Nevada for the night to rest up for the salt flats the next day. On our journey, I stumbled upon The Silver State Classic Challenge, the course in which is an open road race over a 90 mile stretch. It's on my dream list of things to do (race) and felt lucky to be blasting through the desert on the two lane black top, as many racers have. It was truly the most desolate area of our drive, as we didn't come up behind, or have a vehicle catch up to us, for several hours. There were the occasional trucks and gamblers heading to Vegas, but heading out our way, we owned the road. This was one of my favorite stretches to drive.
We passed through Las Vegas, and then north through the desert on 93 north, on the way to Ely, Nevada for the night to rest up for the salt flats the next day. On our journey, I stumbled upon The Silver State Classic Challenge, the course in which is an open road race over a 90 mile stretch. It's on my dream list of things to do (race) and felt lucky to be blasting through the desert on the two lane black top, as many racers have. It was truly the most desolate area of our drive, as we didn't come up behind, or have a vehicle catch up to us, for several hours. There were the occasional trucks and gamblers heading to Vegas, but heading out our way, we owned the road. This was one of my favorite stretches to drive.
This was 93 north of Vegas. The road was mine....all mine!
An amazing sunset, truly among the most beautiful I've ever witnessed.
Salt flat racers, parked outside our hotel.
We crashed for the night at the jailhouse. How ironic eh?
Hotel Nevada...across the street.
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