After leaving the California Coast we headed through the Artichoke capital of the world, the garlic capital of the world, and steamed The Maine Train up the 101 heading full speed ahead for San Francisco. I love High Occupancy Volume lanes on the highway, pretty much as long as you have a passenger with you, you can buzz right past the bumper to bumper gridlock waving and smiling at all the people traveling solo.
Then we hit the Bay Bridge, the 4 dollar toll was worth the view for a couple of guys who aren't super familiar with the city, but the traffic made me want to jump off the Bay Bridge into the frigid waters below. Maybe Californians have trouble counting to 4, or maybe the toll attendants have a hard time making change in $1 increments. What ever the case I felt like throwing excrement at some of the motorists. It reminded me of baby pigs fighting for their mother's teet. Everyone trying to be the first to push their way through the nipple that is the toll plaza. After making it through the toll, we rolled over to Treasure Island and then into my city. Candace was waiting for us. We unpacked the Maine Train and settled in for the evening.
This morning Candace cooked biscuits. It was the first home cooking we've had in the past week and it was superb. Our mutual friend Ben and Chris's lovely wife Noreen, aka "The Ax", are flying in tonight for a weekend of adventure. Tonight Candace's west coast friends and my buddies from Maine meet face to face. The only thing that would make it more interesting is a dance-off!
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