In January 1983, Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh took to driving fifty miles to Madras every afternoon in one of his Rolls-Royces, accompanied by armed disciples in an escort Jeep. He would then turn around at the weigh station just outside of town and go to the nearest supermarket, where his companion, a young woman with long dark hair and a china-white face, would get out and buy him a soda. Then the convoy would turn around and drive the fifty miles back to Rajneeshpuram . . . .
–Pulitzer Prize winning author Frances Fitzgerald,
from her essay on the Rajneeshpuram in Cities on a Hill (1986)