"That Song Always Reminds Me ... " by Stan Worthley

Watching the speed o hover around 110 as the exhaust is screaming, nothing in sight for miles, just the open desert highway and some cactus that never really comes into focus as the truck speeds by. They both hated going to Vegas but loved the drive to get there. A rolling burn out across the dam back when you could get away with that sort of thing and it was on to the city of sin. There’s a spot where you crest the hill and you’re just staring up at the pollution above the city and the lights of the first casino welcoming you to the last place they really wanted to be, you down shift to start your descent into madness and “Where the Streets Have No Name” comes on the radio. I never enjoyed Vegas, or the situations surrounding my travels there but that song still makes me smile every time.