So I ended up playing hookey all day yesterday. I was making my way up highway 1 to fort bragg because my favourite brew is made there; old rasputin. What was supposed to be a ride up the coast for beer and tacos ended up being me sitting at a gas station all day in the small town of Jenner.
Highway 1 gets a lot of land slides and I was unfortunate enough to get caught in the aftermath of one. Ate gravel which cut up my leg and killed the left side of my vespa. The trip was cut short due to leaking oil so headed back to Jenner and waited at a gas station all day for my tow truck. While there I talked to a lot of interesting people. A guy from India that use to ride vespas there. A guy from LA that moved to Jenner in the early 70s that gave me a 50 cent piece. A contractor building a house in the mountains that was a vietnam vet. A motorcyclist from the UK. And my tow truck driver, a Marine Sergeant that was in the first gulf war. It was kind of cool swapping war stories with him.
I think I might have stretched my arm something fierce in my accident and I'm all red from baking out in the sun all day. My hip and leg hurts like hell but I'll live. It would've been nice if I made the trip but luckily I didn't go off the cliff into the ocean and I got to talk to a lot of interesting people. It was just too beautiful on the coast not to go riding.
I had three people trying to get me to sell my Vespa to them haha.
So I guess I shouldn't play hookey anymore. But that wouldn't be any fun now would it?
Also, been watching Blade of the Immortal a lot, a lot.
Stay classy, bitches
Highway 1 gets a lot of land slides and I was unfortunate enough to get caught in the aftermath of one. Ate gravel which cut up my leg and killed the left side of my vespa. The trip was cut short due to leaking oil so headed back to Jenner and waited at a gas station all day for my tow truck. While there I talked to a lot of interesting people. A guy from India that use to ride vespas there. A guy from LA that moved to Jenner in the early 70s that gave me a 50 cent piece. A contractor building a house in the mountains that was a vietnam vet. A motorcyclist from the UK. And my tow truck driver, a Marine Sergeant that was in the first gulf war. It was kind of cool swapping war stories with him.
I think I might have stretched my arm something fierce in my accident and I'm all red from baking out in the sun all day. My hip and leg hurts like hell but I'll live. It would've been nice if I made the trip but luckily I didn't go off the cliff into the ocean and I got to talk to a lot of interesting people. It was just too beautiful on the coast not to go riding.
I had three people trying to get me to sell my Vespa to them haha.
So I guess I shouldn't play hookey anymore. But that wouldn't be any fun now would it?
Also, been watching Blade of the Immortal a lot, a lot.
Stay classy, bitches
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I didn't realize you were a fellow Rosan. I'm still fairly new to the town, so it hasn't gotten old for me. Yet.
HIghway 1 can be scary as shit when anyone stops. I trust no one, when it comes to the road. Ma and Pa Kettle are out there, half blind and distracted, and they're driving right behind you.