A '64 Bel Air barrels down old Highway 99. In the darkness to the west lie row after row of cotton, to the east grapevines and other cash crops of California's central valley. A break in the fog up ahead allows the warmth and buzz of neon lights to break the wet silence of that long dark drive. But before any head hits that motel pillow, the brain begins to shake, the bones begin to rattle, and the heart begins to roll as the seasoned blend of veteran musicianship which is Motel Drive, the sl...