Day 7
*Still in Costa Mesa, CA, staying at blitty's. We decide to hit the beach today - I realize that this will be my first soak into an ocean.
*Parking is scarce by the beach, so blitty proposes that we take his scooter. He quickly follows with "It's pretty gay, but you know..." I take a look at my proposed seat, which is barely larger than the YAMAHA logo:
*Haha, what the hell, let's do this. Can't be that bad - people must do it all the time here.
*blitty hands me a helmet that is too tight a fit for my big head. I will later catch my reflection in a passing vehicle and take a pic for all of you to enjoy:
*During the ride, blitty informs me that I'm the first guy to agree to do this. Only his GF has ever sat in the back before.
*I actively try not to make eye contact with people we pass by - I still catch a lot of amused looks. One boy sitting in the back of the family SUV waves at us during a long-ass red light. What example are we setting? This is so wrong.
*We whizz by a blonde driving a red Vette. "NO HOMO!" She cannot hear me. Dammit.
*To avoid braking too hard, blitty runs a red light at a very, very long crossroads that goes downhill. He floors it - buzzing noise happens, sudden acceleration does not. It's red before we actually run it. I already want to die at that point, so I am looking forward to the tragic crash.
*We make it out okay to the beach, dignity excluded.
*The Pacific Ocean is frickin' cold. Salt water tastes surprisingly salty.
To be continued
*Still in Costa Mesa, CA, staying at blitty's. We decide to hit the beach today - I realize that this will be my first soak into an ocean.
*Parking is scarce by the beach, so blitty proposes that we take his scooter. He quickly follows with "It's pretty gay, but you know..." I take a look at my proposed seat, which is barely larger than the YAMAHA logo:
*Haha, what the hell, let's do this. Can't be that bad - people must do it all the time here.
*blitty hands me a helmet that is too tight a fit for my big head. I will later catch my reflection in a passing vehicle and take a pic for all of you to enjoy:
*During the ride, blitty informs me that I'm the first guy to agree to do this. Only his GF has ever sat in the back before.
*I actively try not to make eye contact with people we pass by - I still catch a lot of amused looks. One boy sitting in the back of the family SUV waves at us during a long-ass red light. What example are we setting? This is so wrong.
*We whizz by a blonde driving a red Vette. "NO HOMO!" She cannot hear me. Dammit.
*To avoid braking too hard, blitty runs a red light at a very, very long crossroads that goes downhill. He floors it - buzzing noise happens, sudden acceleration does not. It's red before we actually run it. I already want to die at that point, so I am looking forward to the tragic crash.
*We make it out okay to the beach, dignity excluded.
*The Pacific Ocean is frickin' cold. Salt water tastes surprisingly salty.
To be continued
good Write-up. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.
I feel like I'll never catch up on the backlog, and I'm leaving out quite a bit)
Excellent stuff Matt. We need a photo of the two of you on that scooter.
