Another uneventful day on the road on Tuesday ended up with us pulling into Rancho Cucamonga around 5pm. As we drove down on Monday, I was really struck with the subtle beauty of Northern California; the rolling hills, the pastureland, the livestock, etc. Yesterday, driving through Central California, I remembered how it's the opposite situation. What a boring drive.
On a side note, Californians
might just eek out a win over Washington for shittiest drivers on the West Coast. Hey lady, when you're doing 60 in the fast lane when the speed limit's 70, and I come and put my nose in your ass doing 85, that means MOVE THE FUCK OVER! A dozen times yesterday, I swear...Then, just outside of the grapevine, a nice young lady thought it was a perfect time to attempt to put a red racing stripe on the side of her car and just dove into our lane. Luckily, I avoided her, but I almost misspelled a word in the text I was sending. Just kidding.
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| Finally taking a nap. |
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| First In-N-Out experience. |
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| Breakfast in Windsor; home of Charles Shulz. |
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| Waiting for breakfast. |
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| Snow capped mountains in Rancho Cucamonga. The ol' Suburban needs a rest! |
Nice blog! You're keeping up with it better than I do mine that's for sure! :)
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