29 Palms

Maybe it’s the childhood roadtrips down Route 66 or the way the palm trees align to driveways curiously decorated with taxidermy on its owner’s mailbox, but the merge onto the 62 always returns a warm anticipation when chartering towards small-towns and secluded neighborhoods of “Other Desert Cities”.  My favorite characters in these parts are the Baby-Boomer generation of men who resorted to the Hell’s Angels way of life. I feel that the men characterized by their long gray hair, leather ensemble from head to toe, and a wolf-like dog in the back of their pick-up truck, really makes up for the detachment of reality and abundance of walmarts in the middle of nowhere, usa. Plus, who would dare disrespect a man wearing snake skin boots and a rifle on his dashboard?

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