Well if I was looking for adventure, today was not the day for it. I spent the day driving down the center of the Sacramento Valley. I have done it many times before and it never changes- boring. It never ceases to impress me how much agricultural output there is in what is virtually a desert.
But I was glad I was not riding the three legged horse. It was hotter than a wrist watch on a Jamaican and I was in air conditioned comfort. I caught up with some Spyders along the way and we traveled together until we got to Universal City.
Universal City is in the heart of TV and movie land. Of course it is hardly worth visiting with the recent demise of Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Mike Jackson. I checked into the Sheraton universal and the parking charges are more than I usually spend on a room. Worse yet, beers are six bucks a piece. But so is a bottle of water so guess which one I am drinking.
But there are lots of spyders here. They are running around like the Orkin man is after them. I would guess about 75 of them so far which is 73 more than I have seen in the last couple of years. It is good to be among my people.
Nice paint job and a pink paint job
A bunch of us rode over to Bob’s Big Boy. This is a regular meeting place for show cars and we joined up and displayed our Spyders for all to enjoy. There were lots of nice looking hot rods to go along with the tricked out Spyders.
I retired to the hotel and had dinner at the bar with my new best friends: There was Steve who’s claim to fame was playing background music in 15,000 porn films. I didn’t do the math but at 12 per week over 25 years he could be right.
Then there was Press, a manufacturing engineer for Boeing. He rides a Spyder which is not that unusual except that the rest of the time he spends in a wheel chair. He lost the use of his legs from, you guessed it, a motorcycle accident. Some people’s spirit really impress me.
Nice looking Pink Cadilac
Back Seat Driver’s view in a Cobra
While I am enjoying this, it is definitely not the Margaritaville I was looking for. Way too much pavement for this country boy. I am anxious to get away from the concrete jungle and start my search in earnest.