Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like: Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive. Narrator: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming: Narrator and Raoul Duke (simultaneously): Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?! Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something? Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive. Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.