ohmygod... i'm @ LINDA'S CAFE in golden shores, AZ, off route 66! old skool breakfast & tea.. $7.50! i am loving my road trip. i left seligman @ the crack of dawn this morning- 5:30am.. just as there was a twinkle of light. i drove mostly on route 66.. it got scary for awhile, even for me, i was in the middle of nothing for a very long time, then the road got even smaller and windy as i headed up the desert mountain... after many miles i come across OATMAN... a one street old western town in the middle of this mountain top... everything is hand-painted and wooden.. losta shops, saloons, and a hotel.. it's too early for anything to be open, so i just walk up and down the wooden storefronts.. one scraggly-bearded local tells me nothing will be open until 10am.. well i can't wait that long, but this town promises to be a great place for new years eve.. i have a tradition of spending new years eve by myself in a remote place.. this has been a tradition for 22 years! i like traditions..
on the way outta town i spot a hot shirtless heshen working on the tin rooftop.. he is hot.. dusty, bearded, lean and sun-baked.. very deliverance.. in fact this town seems to have no women... humm.. it's really all about ROUTE 66!
BTW- you do realize there is a ROUTE 66 FETISH? it is very prevalent.. very popular with the french,, no surprise,,, there were entire french families in seligman.
10:30am
went to a rest stop just past needles.CA, the middle of nowhere-NOWHERE!
there is this H-O-T latin guy spitting and siting on the park bench.. he looks goooood.. lean built, nice arms.. wearing a black, sleeveless- t-shirt and chinos made into shorts. jet-black cropped hair and a thick mustache & goatee- sexy!.... i guess i'm getting back to LA mode, because horniness is setting in.
11:20am
hey, hi! i'm @ THE BAGDAD CAFE in newberry springs, CA! made famous by the film of the same name, back in 1987, directed by Percy Adlon. the film became a cult hit and put newberry springs on the map... i am the only customer.. i have a slice of apple pie, (awful) and tea, (taste like a brown crayon dipped in luke-warm water) i am told i just missed a tour bus of frenchies! a little later a french family comes in.. i told you the french have a fetish for route 66.
1987 was also the last time i was here with my dear friend GEORGE BYRON, (aka mommie) we went on a road trip & soul searching.. i remember he was just diagnosed with AIDS and wanted to get out of himself and his body.. i suggested a very remote place.. he was excited because of the film but when he saw the real place was extremely disappointed and wanted to leave asap.. that is always the case. reality is never as good as fantasy.. just can't live up to it.. george wanted to go back to the designer outlets in barstow.. he was from NYC, so i didn't understand why he wanted discount designer wear. on the way back he plays me this cassette of a new gay group from NYC called THE POP TARTS... two BF's randy barbetto & fenton bailey. the music was horrible.. they didn't make it in music,, moved to LA and became WORLD OF WONDER PRODUCTIONS. need i say more?....
ps- geroge byron passed away in 1988, i dedicated HUSTLER WHITE to him.. at the end of the credits it reads- FOR MOMMIE.
(huell howser @ the bagdad cafe
compilation from the film & real footage
from here the road trip is boring.. i am now in california and pass all the places i remember as a kid that are now sprawling suburbs.. barstow, victorville, upland, ontario etc.. nothing but sprawl and congestion,, welcome back to LA. i get in around 4pm.. my kitties have missed me... back to the grind of my real life.. yawn.
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