The only thing out in that desert of sand and gravel besides the 'San Gabe' drag strip and the cement plants was the 'Green Room.' The Green Room was a rustic little hideaway where workers from the cement plants went after work for perhaps a small glass of white wine, Brie, and a handful of them little sandwich's with no crusts. It was a good place for racers, too, because strangely enough we also ate with our hands... In fact I think the sign on the wall said, "Eat Meat - Drink Beer." 

Nights after the races at the Green Room were something else... there was always a live (and loud) rock band (just for the racers). Probably saw some bands that eventually became famous, but I sure can't remember. I doubt if anybody who stopped by for a "quick beer" after the races can really remember much about those nights... Hard partying and lots of race talk. Usually a bunch of us would be car pooling back from the city in the morning just trying to find the Green Room... leave alone our cars, trucks, trailers, etc. 

That was San Gabe... Probably a lot of people just stopped by there in the morning (perhaps on the way to church) just to see what was going on... and were lost forever...