I am tempted to stop there. If I were a perfectionist I would. The car is the nexus of technology and scale. It's natural that you drive the streets of LA expecting vision. You place yourself correctly so to achieve.
Bay City represents the end of the road, the end of the continent, the end of history.
It's a terrible admission, a fearful expectation, but geography doesn't lie. We face the mirror. After the sacrifice and hard-won discipline, after the vision, revelation and satori, the place we reach is Bay City. It is the buzz of neon on the horizon that draws us through parched heat. We are trained by the landscape to see in certain ways.