It was awesome.
Enough said.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Who's going to drive you home?
...(continued)
I decided to get an early start b/c part of this journey was to drive the 1 (or PCH) from SFO to HB - something I had always wanted to do. It was off to a great start.
I hit Adalberto's for a savory breakfast burrito (an old time favorite spot).
I still navigated through San Fran even though I had to bag my stop to see Whit in Atherton (understandable, given the incredible summer clip she kept and the mandatory R&R). I was happy to enjoy the scenery and soundtrack solo. It was reminsicent of my cross-country drive, almost a year to the date of my trek from Boston to HB. The former was not quite as scenic as the wonderfuly winding roads of Carmel:
I felt the cathartic release of open roads, a delight that was stifled by the traffice in Santa Barbara. Serious traffic. I coddled the spin-factor in my mind and rested with the conviction that this change in pace (read: standstill) was actually a blessing in disguise; I was able to enjoy a gorgeous and enormous moon, illuminating the bare dark sky. What's terrific about moonlight on a completely clear night is the way it highlights the choppy peaks of deep-blue and untainted night waves (like the ocean became a lemon meringue pie).
Unfortunately PCH does not share the same level of purity that I have placed on the ocean. Newsflash!! THERE ARE DEER! Especially in Malibu. Well, now there is one less deer. :( I promise that I have embarked on some rogue mission to enforce my own animal population rules. I have now joined a club, to which I never wanted to belong: I hit a deer.
As you can tell, this is an appropriate event in which to claim divine intervention. I am thankful that it was not as bad as it should have been. Most of the damage was between the "grill" and the radiator. A lot of behind-the-scene work was necessary. One deductible and three rental cars later (N.B. my favorite was the Trailblazer), I am now reunited with the salsa beauty!
I decided to get an early start b/c part of this journey was to drive the 1 (or PCH) from SFO to HB - something I had always wanted to do. It was off to a great start.
I hit Adalberto's for a savory breakfast burrito (an old time favorite spot).
I still navigated through San Fran even though I had to bag my stop to see Whit in Atherton (understandable, given the incredible summer clip she kept and the mandatory R&R). I was happy to enjoy the scenery and soundtrack solo. It was reminsicent of my cross-country drive, almost a year to the date of my trek from Boston to HB. The former was not quite as scenic as the wonderfuly winding roads of Carmel:
I felt the cathartic release of open roads, a delight that was stifled by the traffice in Santa Barbara. Serious traffic. I coddled the spin-factor in my mind and rested with the conviction that this change in pace (read: standstill) was actually a blessing in disguise; I was able to enjoy a gorgeous and enormous moon, illuminating the bare dark sky. What's terrific about moonlight on a completely clear night is the way it highlights the choppy peaks of deep-blue and untainted night waves (like the ocean became a lemon meringue pie).
Unfortunately PCH does not share the same level of purity that I have placed on the ocean. Newsflash!! THERE ARE DEER! Especially in Malibu. Well, now there is one less deer. :( I promise that I have embarked on some rogue mission to enforce my own animal population rules. I have now joined a club, to which I never wanted to belong: I hit a deer.
As you can tell, this is an appropriate event in which to claim divine intervention. I am thankful that it was not as bad as it should have been. Most of the damage was between the "grill" and the radiator. A lot of behind-the-scene work was necessary. One deductible and three rental cars later (N.B. my favorite was the Trailblazer), I am now reunited with the salsa beauty!
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