Ron hit the road with Buster on Monday, bound for Atlanta. They said their goodbyes and see-ya-soons and cranked up the rental Kia. One Peets large coffee and a pumpkin bread later and they landed in Barstow, Calif., the first sleepover.
Barstow is about 2 hours outside of Las Vegas. It is _ in a nutshell _ the home of bad restaurants, pay-day loan operations and establishments hosting something dubiously dubbed "nightclub dancing." Yeah... right.
Here are Ron's last visions of California:
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