We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember "gazzafield" saying something like:
Useter do that a lot. It's a peculiar setting, because there's civilisation of a sort either end of the road and you don't really get the feeling of it being very desolate, given that it's not all that long.
Until you break down on a s***ty night, that is.