Friday, May 28, 2004
A week on the road past San Bernadino
Pulling onto Alabama exit just east of San Bernardino, off citrus avenue as the organ groves roll endless, sits the taco stand. The view in the distance can be heard of on and off trucking traffic as two highway patrolmen enjoy early grub to beat the busy lunch crowd which mainly consist of constructor workers, strippers and waitresses from the neighboring casinos, architects who are slumming it in the middle of the week, and a television that plays Jerry Springer as a means of keeping the peace. The rest rooms are out back and the heat can be unbearable after one o'clock just as the traffic starts to pick up pace for the after school traffic into Los Angeles and Fontana. There's also the Palm Springs traffic, but that usually doesn't hit until Friday afternoon through Sunday night late and into Monday morning. The flow of people is constant and the setting is a Penn Station of sorts as it pours in traffic as a vessel between Vegas and Los Angeles. Those who live here are stuck in the middle and learn to like desert living and are the pie in the sky expansion pioneers of progress who secretly wet dream the idea of connecting the two cities. Palm Spring and Los Angeles are already tackled. Only 200 some odd miles to go, and even less to the Nevada line.
Pulling onto Alabama exit just east of San Bernardino, off citrus avenue as the organ groves roll endless, sits the taco stand. The view in the distance can be heard of on and off trucking traffic as two highway patrolmen enjoy early grub to beat the busy lunch crowd which mainly consist of constructor workers, strippers and waitresses from the neighboring casinos, architects who are slumming it in the middle of the week, and a television that plays Jerry Springer as a means of keeping the peace. The rest rooms are out back and the heat can be unbearable after one o'clock just as the traffic starts to pick up pace for the after school traffic into Los Angeles and Fontana. There's also the Palm Springs traffic, but that usually doesn't hit until Friday afternoon through Sunday night late and into Monday morning. The flow of people is constant and the setting is a Penn Station of sorts as it pours in traffic as a vessel between Vegas and Los Angeles. Those who live here are stuck in the middle and learn to like desert living and are the pie in the sky expansion pioneers of progress who secretly wet dream the idea of connecting the two cities. Palm Spring and Los Angeles are already tackled. Only 200 some odd miles to go, and even less to the Nevada line.
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