Boy has that area changed - The communities up against the foothills used to be distinct and separated by arroyos which were crazy to cross (on Baseline) during rainstorms but if you had the speed you'd hydroplane all the way instead of dying and making the evening news. Now they are almost wall to wall suburbia but when I was kid Etiwanda and Cucamonga were sleepy little crossroads, Etiwamda with a small black community (same over to the east in N Fontana). On the way out to race motorcycles in the desert we'd always stop there because there was a guy with a little camper who sold BBQ and had the best damn beef jerky I've ever had. It was shaped kinda like a twisted slim jim but tasted like prime beef, we called em "steak rope".
