We were going the wrong way and we did not have two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls, just the makings of a nice cup of tea and chocolate but could understand the need for something from Dr Gonzo because the drive across the Mohave Desert is quite boring.
It was the Friday of a holiday weekend so the traffic was heavy with cars of kids and the "genuine 50s diner" was making a killing.
Beloved put our precise destination into the satnav and then drove off to Chuck Berry - "No Particular Place to Go".
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