Jenny and I agree that it is physically impossible for either of us to stomach that kind of meal and that the ride after a successful attempt would be pretty awful for all of us anyway. But the meal we do order is amazing - one of the best steaks in Texas. I wanted folks on the highway to realize the Cadillacs had been planted there by members of a highly intelligent civilization. That's why they were put in concrete at the exact angle of the Great Pyramid. Heading toward the setting sun, past innumerable co-op silos and aging deco diners, we stop in Vega and the Vega Motel .
Dragonflies flit above warm air pockets and deep green leaves dangle from tired oak.
As the sun sets, we near the border of this brief stretch of Route 66. The windows are down as we savor the moment. This kind of scenery must be breathed to be experienced. Off I-10, we get onto 180 and discover a clutch of solid motels on Montana Avenue. The nicest of the bunch is the Coral Motel with its black velvet paintings, wooden beam ceilings, and southwestern themed blankets.