I Saw the Sign: Victorville Edition

Image: Victorville, California circa 1935

I haven’t been back to Southern California to visit my family and hometown since the holidays, so a few friends and I decided to drive down road trip-style last weekend. We left good ole’ San Francisco Thursday evening and got to our respective hometowns at a semi-respectable hour.

My return home was exactly what I was expecting, and was looking forward to: a low-key, relaxing visit filled with good food and good people – and of course, adventures with Bri.

I contacted Bri on Saturday morning to see if she would like to embark on a little adventure into Old Towne Victorville with me so I could document the cool signage. She said yes, of course (because she’s awesome) and we headed out to search for good design in our beloved city. We couldn’t, however, start our trip without stopping at Sonic first.

Visits to Sonic with Bri have become a tradition of sorts when I visit home. I like creating traditions, a lot.

Anyway, after our abundant lunch and milkshakes (buy 1 get 1 free! How could I pass that up?) we drove down Bear Valley Rd. toward 7th Street. Along the way I saw an abandoned building in the distance with colorful, somewhat attractive graffiti, so I had to pull over.

Not the most amazing graffiti art, but on this boring road on this boring building, it was kind of refreshing.

We finally made our way to 7th Street and it was an unusual “I Saw the Sign” experience for me, because normally, when I’m taking photos, I’m on foot. Being in a car trying to find neat signs is kind of a challenge. Even more so when your travel companion reminds you of the surrounding crime and/or bored police in the area just waiting to harass you for no reason. Needless to say, this adventure was a hasty one.

I really liked this old timey font, and fun fact: this photo was really difficult to take.

I had to pull over and park awkwardly while trying not to get hit by cars whizzing by, and at the same time, there were guys working in this garage staring at me probably wondering what the hell I was doing. Good times!

V is for Victorville.

I thought the type used here was very suggestive of the desert/southwest culture that seems to dominate in our little city. Sometimes if you are lucky, you’ll see cowboys.

If you weren’t already aware, Route 66 goes right through Victorville. I would really like to meet someone who has gotten their kicks on Route 66. Where is the best place to do that exactly?

The Boys locker room at what used to be known to me as Victor Valley Junior High School, which is now a College Preparatory school. Don’t worry, school was not in session. I’m not a perv, I promise.

Alas, the culmination of our trip, Reflections. A venue many of us remember fondly, or maybe not so fondly.

I personally have a lot of great memories here, watching my friends’ bands perform and feeling like there was a place in the desert that I could escape to that wasn’t the mall or Victor Bowl.

Those tiles are clearly faux, and painted by hand. But don’t you love the ska vibes? I do.

Bri and I had a good laugh over the fact that the website advertised does not exist.

And that completes I Saw the Sign: Victorville! Bri also suggested that we head into old town Apple Valley, but we’ll save that for our next adventure.

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3 Comments

  1. Posted June 4, 2010 at 2:20 pm | Permalink

    Sorry you didn’t feel safe in Old Town. I think you would have been fine on foot at that time of day.

    As for someone who gets their kicks on 66. You were near the museum. nhttp://www.califrt66museum.org/

    I look forward to seeing your Apple Valley pics.

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    tatiana Reply:

    Oh, I felt fine. My friend just likes to try to freak me out. :) I wanted to check out that museum, maybe next time… I grew up in Victorville and have never been!

    Thanks for dropping by!

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  2. Posted June 4, 2010 at 2:25 pm | Permalink

    go Victorville! haha

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    tatiana Reply:

    Auburn is next!

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  3. Posted June 5, 2010 at 12:01 pm | Permalink

    My sister and I drove Route 66 from OKC to California once! It was great fun, even though I fell flat on my back at Cadillac Ranch and spent the rest of the trip prone.

    I need to develop those pictures.

    Anyway, this post was neat.

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    tatiana Reply:

    Haha, nice. Thanks, Margaret!

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