Who's ready for a steam?
Bisbee, Arizona's ironically quiet Main Street has a Twilight Zone-esque time-stands-still vibe that is a delight for the eccentric roadside attraction fan to walk around and marvel at. Of particular interest is the Lowell Gym, which makes it plainly known on their painted window signage that it is a Private Club. Perhaps it's private because you have to be a devotee of ancient, ergonomically incorrect gym equipment like the Signature Vari-Speed Control Belt Massager proudly displayed in their front window. If I had a dollar for every back thrown out by one of these workout wonders of yesteryear, I'd be nearing the end of my second self-financed Eccentric Roadside World Tour. Those Laurel and Hardy-era dumbbells in the window aren't too shabby either.