I had to drive up to Prescott yesterday to pick up Quirky & Company after having some post-restoration tweaking done to the power amp by my tech… and to drop off his next project.
I left the house early to hopefully miss the usual holiday traffic that clogs I-17 heading north.
I took my time and generally stayed in the right lane and drove the speed limit, allowing everyone else who was hell-bent on getting to hell before me to do their thing. Better to arrive late and alive than not arrive at all is my motto—especially on a holiday weekend. I got to Randy's house around 10:30 and after verifying that the problem had been fixed and a sharing a bit of vintage audio reminiscing, I headed home, stopping at Lucky's BBQ (love this place!) for lunch.
It was really shaping up to be a beautiful day and I was in no particular hurry to get home. I realized I hadn't taken any pictures of much of anything lately, so I decided to stop at Sunset Point.
At one point—like when I still had a full head of dark hair and a porn star 'stache and long before I met Ben—in addition to having gorgeous views of the adjacent valley and mountains, Sunset Point was also known for an absolutely notirious t-room. ADOT's attempts at keeping the gloryholes sealed up were no match for the hoards of horny truckers and their efficient metal-cutting tools who passed through the area. But sadly, after years of this seemingly never-ending battle those—pardon the expression—heady—days came to an abrupt end when ADOT went nuclear and built new completely cockhound-unfriendly facilities immediately adjacent, and sealed up the originals like tombs, effectively putting an end to the era.