A miniature silver car sits beside a curled dry root on a cracked desert plain. — Original artwork

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

Hunter S. Thompson

A cracked piece of wall bears diagonal claw-like scratches against a dark green background. — Original artwork

This place is giving me the Fear.

Hunter S. Thompson

A red convertible speeds down a desert highway into a psychedelic sunset of swirling colours. — Original artwork

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive....'

Hunter S. Thompson