2005jun12. So. I invaded the “bay area” and now I’m back in PHX to get my second and final payload. Before that, Mr Lee’s Rock Garden and such. Took in a spontaneous Giants game while in SF with a friend. Two or three innings, it’s not really important, I don’t think I’ve been to an entire ball game since I was about ten years old. You’re in, you talk a lot and eat crappy food, get sunburnt, laugh with the other people sittin’ around you, maybe watch the game for two minutes total and then you leave early, give your tickets to someone else who doesn’t have the hand stamp so okay, good luck on that one.
The 800 mile trips have been relatively banal, save for one exciting Duel-like sequence last night when I was specially chosen by a random drunkard as the car to “lean on.” You know how they lock onto taillights or headlights and use that as a barometer of their speed instead of, say, the speedometer. So this one old lady, leaning wildly into the dash to avoid the harsh lights of her instrument panel, starts swerving around right in front of me while we’re going 80mph. Then the left blinker goes on, now the right, now 50mph, now 70, now let’s turn off all our lights for awhile. There you go, you’re invisible! For the next 40 miles I’d pass her, stick to 80mph for awhile, and she’d catch up, go in front of me, and slow down to 50mph while swerving etc. It was an awesome fun game, even the two cops waiting for speeders knew enough to leave us alone. “Wee.” I ditched her at a truck stop.
The last time I moved to California it looked something like this. Mmm, 1998 meat.