Road Trips : Bi-coastal 2001 : Page 14
Wednesday 18 April 2001
Departure day. Mom and Dad drove me to the Raleigh Airport via Burlington, where I had my last cafeteria meal and bought more ciagrettes. The goodbyes at the airport weren't really tearful, but for some reason I started bawling the minute they left. It was over pretty quickly, but it was a little embarrassing.
I tried to call Stan again from the airport. This time, his phone had been disconnected. I started expecting the worst.
From Raleigh to Austin, I had a whole row to myself, which was pretty cool. Unfortunately, all the screaming babies got on in Austin, as did the freak I sat with. He was about half-crocked (and carrying a flask which got him fully-crocked), and he kept rapping to himself. Ever noticed how annoying rap is without the rhythm track?
Eugene was waiting at the airport. It took a while to get used to my crappy car again, after driving one where everything works properly. I was starving and we went back to the diner, where the cute waiter was still cute and was working our table this time. For his tip, I bent him over and fucked him in the men's room. OK, I'm lying...
We pondered calling the cops about Stan, but I decided not to. Yet.
It was cold and foggy. I was happy...
Thursday 19 April 2001
We covered an awful lot of ground today, pretty much all of San Diego County (which is about the size of some New England states).
We started by eating breakfast (and watching cute butts in wetsuits) in Ocean Beach. The beach cities around San Diego look much more like beaches are supposed to than the ones in Northern California. And the boywatching is superb.
We drove north on old Highway 101 (which his been officially decomissioned south of LA) through La Jolla and Encintas and Carlsbad, and into Oceanside.
Loved Oceanside. I want to live there and eat only in diners from the 1950s, while having sex with skate rats every night. This probably isn't going to happen. But I did get to stop at the tiki store...
We kept going, to Escondido and Ramona and Julian, and then back into San Diego via El Cajon and La Mesa. I got another tour down El Cajon Boulevard (always a wonderful thing) and probably my last cheap gas of the trip.
And then I departed for points north. I'd orginally planned to spend the night in either Long Beach or Van Nuys, but after annoying rain, annoyoung exits on the 405 which lacked cheap motels, and general crankiness, I ended up sleeping just south of Ventura in Thousand Oaks.
And damn, did I sleep...