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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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out, omg…then down to the bottom and a bit warmer, lot clearer, amazing place and the river gushing along the bottom of the valley, not as wild as King’s Canyon, but fabulous, green, smoothy, frothy, bouncing over rocks, past green, mossy banks, San Clementea couple of deer!..the real deer, some would have itchy, twitching, trigger fingers, I was trying to grab the camera, I finally see Bambi, I had seen the yellow diamond warning road signs with a silhouette of Bambi’s bigger and more athletic cousin bounding across the road and taken due care, but this was the real thing..

And metrics, I have to carry my calculator….translating the trip distance, kms per litre to miles per gallon, temperatures in F to C…and the weird date protocol, mm/dd/yy??

But this morning…woke at 6am and caught the Oz - Japan game, packing my bags, loading the bike during half-time, depressed, almost left, but decided to hang in, then that fantastic, feliz final…I rode out of LA a very happy camper…now I catch games wherever I can and plan to be well ensconced for our Brasil game on the 18th

North to Alaska! The coast road, California and on thru’ Oregon is as pretty as anything I’ve seen, and more eucalyptus, on the bike the smell of everything is soo intense, and such an amazing rocky coastline, small bays, another GOR but going on forever, I was buggered, throwing the big Adventure back and forward around beautiful curvery, stopped in another Smallville, just bizarre how quickly you can regress 50 years in this country, internet unknown, local youths in the bar bragging about recent tattoos, jail stretches and drug consumption, ultimate, pointless, boredom…then I smell steak, riding around town, stop and have a fantastic steak, not Argy standard but damned fine, I forgot the barren, grassless feedlots I’d passed, full of crowded cattle eating pellets of bovine soylent green from troughs.

Overcast and windy ...