North into the Nevada desert from Las Vegas for a hundred fifty miles or so. No trees, no towns, no
humans or a goddamned bit of greenery to speak of. You call this straight road
miserable, but you haven't yet been to Rachel, pop. 100, whose only claim to
fame is that it is the closest town to Area 51, America's famously secret experimental
military installation.
I pulled over a slim hill and saw Rachel sparkling by the light of the moon,
a dozen mobile homes and some trash sticking out of the dirt.
Yes, area 51 is top secret, but words like 'top secret' give it a false sense
of mystery - Area 51 is a dusty set of hangars at the bottom of a dry lake bed.
A place so remote from anything at all that the air force chose it to test stealth
aircraft and missile technology. Three F-117's flew over my truck just yesterday.
They are very cool, and of course, very of this world.
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