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Her name was actually Renee but I called her Pandora because of her Porche Boxster, we met, duelling on the freeway…just like a worm, parts in the middle are perfectly motionless while other bits accelerate …but the system is fantastic, freeways get you a long way, very quickly…just don’t miss your turn off…aarrgghhh…hours later… the striated concrete often runs askew to the lane markings, (the striations made by a roadworker with St Vitus’ Dance dragging a huge rake down the line of the freeway, roughly) and at high speed, and with constant buffeting, gusseting turbulence, hazardous!…but the signage is great, but sometimes disconcerting, a huge electronic sign on the freeway advises a child abduction and gives details of the car involved!…..but once off the main routes, the signage is often missing…..I did an 80 mile loop trying to follow a back road this morning!…

IT’S ALIVE!!….Opening up Pandora’s Boxster on the LA Freeway

Bill Shum
2006-08-21 17:04:36

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and restores BMWs, fantastic, Gerry and Pauline in the pizza place, he’s a trucker and drew me map modifications to save time and see more, Steve, on a 1200GS, I met in a servo, gave me maps and bought me breakfast, everywhere people wanting to talk the trip…once more thinking of selling tickets..Ha…

The constant, flatulent roar of Harley Davidsons is the background music of California, with all their regulations on everything, how come Harleys are still allowed (aloud)?? They are everywhere….deafening…the riders always with the minimalist WW2 German helmets, usually white-bearded, suffering the elements…but what choice? You just couldn’t imagine a full-face helmeted Harley rider!

I saw a real ‘Smokey the Bear’ sign, crossed a County Line, and a City Limit, did the freeway thing, the LA Stadium, giant Sequoias, forest wardens in their boy-scout outfits, cops on bikes, I passed the LA Coroner’s car, Yosemite, diners….sort of a bizarre flashback to my youth, how much of the American culture did I pick up from MAD magazine satires?…everything! ..and it’s all just like that..
I’m staying in the Squaw Valley Motel, at the foot of Bear Mountain, next to the Double O Ranch, doesn’t get more embedded than this.

Ah, the Sequoia National Park, giant trees, looking for that big one you can drive thru’, saw it a million years ago in national Geographic, as I recall, I was probably looking for bare-breasted native women, as we did, first glimpse of reproductive biology, from the tennis-ball-in-a-stocking-tits from the New Guinea highlands, to the razor strops from Kalahari to the nuggety norks of the Incas, incidentally, still evident in the Peruvian women…too much information!..

The freeways soon hurl one out into open country, the wide concrete and asphalt scars cutting up the land, rolling on forever, giant trucks, hundreds of huge mobile homes, dragging spare cars, boats, ...