I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwoods...
My American Dream was just that. Two girls in a Camaro on the road, driving freeways and dining at diners for three glorious weeks. From Vegas to the Madonna Inn, Death Valley to Yosemite, the Haight to the Joshua Tree, it will stay with me forever. I saw the biggest trees in the world, pumped gas, drank Bud at a stateline saloon, ate filet mignon in an all pink steak house, hijacked a limo, ate breakfast at the Standard hotel's egg yellow restaurant beside Fabrizio Moretti, hiked the desert and drove Highway 1 - a dream. And I found black leather skinny pants for $12.50. But that's another story.
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