Leaving Vegas in the angry SS Camaro I took the wrong ninety something highway trying to head south to the Salton Sea. Always take the long way and enjoy the ride because when you do you stumble upon the greatest of adventures. Its the desert so you can fly without worry and the SS was doing just fine at about 95, at 100 the convertible top would start to complain. Blasting through 93 and in the middle of what looked like the surface of the moon I whiz past a lil parking lot of heavenly American Iron.