Really awesome how Greg hooked it up with a couch last night! Never ever in LA do you meet people that are that trusting of other people. Another testimony to how motorcycles unite people in the scene. I left before Greg and his roommates were up, but not without sending out a big thanks text. Sucked down a Mickey D's breakfast and coffee, followed up with adding oil and a gas fill and then I was on the highway. Did I mention that this is day 6 of not shaving?
Some coffee on a gifted gift card and a couple hours of blogging later and I was ready to explore this town, but not before I eavesdropped on a couples laptop next to me also on Blogger. Say whaaaaa?? REI clothing led me to assume they were also on the road like I was, and I was right. Check their blog! There going to Alaska and down the Pacific Coast! http://inajeepdownbytheriver.blogspot.com/
Haven't met anyone yet I could stay with, and it was almost dark, so I began asking and driving around to different areas to see what I could do. KOA is out of the question. Paying for sleep defies every teenage angsty punk rock moral I have, so mind you I'm looking for every empty field out of sight I can. Doing this for a while wore me out, so I decided a trip to the book store would clear my mind. That didn't happen because I met CJ and friends in the parking lot sitting off their tailgate. Funniest group of dudes! Reminded me of my friends back home. They were all super welcoming of my city boy ass rolling up and chatting away. CJ was pretty chatty too though so it all worked out! After some stories of rifles smacking heads after jumping a truck in the air and nearly falling out but being saved by your belt buckle, they asked if I wanted to tag along to a hotel to see what was going on at the bar. Not drinking and free to get in made it a cheap preferred activity!
Main St. was small and serene at midnight. The only sounds you could hear were the street lights buzzing and obnoxious drunk Harley enthusiasts talking about what color of LED lighting they have on their Billet wheeled bagger. Split ways with my new friends, and it was time to catch some sleep. Where?
In a field by the highway, of course! Cuddled my engine to keep me warm, and I dosed off the best a man could after a long day.