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RE: The Twelve-Inch-Tire Version of Life
Bakersfield. I have no idea where that is, but it sounds quaint and writer-friendly.
Bakersfield. I have no idea where that is, but it sounds quaint and writer-friendly.
Bakersfield is a dusty hellhole at the south end of California's central valley. It's the last major town you go through before climbing over the mountains into LA.
Ah, I see. It sounds less quaint and writer friendly now.
My Dad's folks lived there and I remember going to Bakersfield for major holidays from the San Francisco area where I grew up. Loved my grandparents, hated Bakersfield.