What I always think of, when driving through new mexico.
I once stared, half awake, out of the window in the deep of night and saw this giant looming white thing and instantly felt like Don Quixote.
I half mumbled something to an old close friend of mine's mother about how I felt like DQ and then stared intently into the blurry distance, and close fields at the looming white spinning molds. I didn't have my glasses on, guess I needed them that night.
It's a really fun memory to have but at the time my brain was like "it's okay just go back to sleep" kind of creeped.