oddest story of being "on the road"...

well,it was Memorial Day Weekend,1995,and i was in Las Vegas,so knowing that i wanted to go back to Sacramento,i had to go south towards Los Angeles,because of the Nevada desert,via I-15,so i get to Barstow,that Saturday night... well,in the morning,i decide to go to Bakersfield,via State Route 58... really bad decision,because i get stuck in the high desert outside Barstow(about 30 miles out) for six and a half hours,and dying of massive thirst,i finally get a six pack of soda,about six hours into the "Death March into Hell"... i drink them(all six)in less than two minutes... finally i get a lift into Bakersfield,and get dropped off at a honky tonk on the outskirts of town... spent the night dancing,and drinking water,and soda... the next morning,i continue my trip to Sacramento up Highway 99(the Highway of Hell,as i call it)...  well,in 2004,or 2005,my mother and i go up to Bakersfield to look at some real estate that uncle Jerry gave her(which was screwed)... Mom decides to take me by the "ranch house",and basically tell me how Jerry screwed up the property... well,we drive past the house,and the next street over,with the parking lot abutting the "ranch house" property is the honky tonk i was at,on that Memorial Day weekend,in 1995... i wondered that night in 1995 how close i was to the "ranch house"... i was about 2,000 yards away from the house,believe it or not...