These next couple of pages are of the town of Guadalupe, which is one of my favorite spots
on the trip.  (I've biked this way several times.)  It's a small, majority-Hispanic farming town that
feels like it could be right out of a Steinbeck novel from the 1940s. 








Sure, it looks placid enough, but it's actually teeming with law-flouting
desperadoes here to harvest America's lettuce.