Barstow exists for only one reason: To stop for gas on the way to Vegas (from L.A.)
I stayed in Barstow a few nights on business about two years ago. I woke up at one o'clock in the morning to the sound of helicopter rotor beats and police loudspeakers. Turned out the feds were busting a biker club's meth lab next door.
Barstow, where the predominate colors are brown hills and blue sky. Carry me back to old Virginny....