Cruising down historic Route 66, it’s somewhat heartwrenching to see the last architectural remnants of Oklahoma’s rollicking past slowly fade away into a distant memory, with every new year demolishing yet another long-standing relic, leaving behind nothing more than an empty lot and even emptier nostalgia.
When night falls along the much-mythologized strip of road, however, an electric buzzing can be heard from miles around as a hot pink atomic glow radiates vulgarously like a beacon to the hungry, a neon demon rising from the darkness to illuminate the night with an oil-heavy devotion to a deadly sin barely seen this side of Bangkok.