Living in these last open chunks of the Southwest to ride exhaust-belching noisemakers is an infinite loop of Fail, like joining the priesthood to meet girls. You want to hear engines rumble night and day, then move to El Segundo on Imperial Highway across from LAX. Yet bouncing around in Asperger dirt circles is the last ‘outdoor activity’ anyone will pursue, out here in the Mojave.
Los Angeles CityBeat - Desert Rattler: Dirt Track Date
