‘Snaps’ blagged a cigarette from me at I started my day, the conversation opened with a somewhat off the wall request as to whether I had steroids. Those of you who have seen me will know that my temple has not been enhanced in any way. We moved on to the availability of pharmaceuticals in the UK and it became clear the ‘Snaps’ had been up all night, more alarmingly he told me that he had suffered a heart attack in prison and it struck me that ‘Snaps’ was a good nickname to give a psychopath.
I made my excuses and went to get coffee from the lobby where Mathew recommended that I should check out Pismo Beach and the Five cities area, so I checked out.
Less than 2 hours away even up through the vineyards that lurk behind the coastal mountain range that, like a magic trick, had completely vanished into the clouds this morning.
We rode up and over, we overcame, no stress, some rain, some fast sweeping roads. I think that the Guzzi is running well since getting a little attention but the the speedometer is optimistic because when I keep up with the traffic we always seem to be 10 mph over the limit, perhaps that is how they roll out here. Vineyards pressed by and we rejoined the default, by the book route, 1, for the roll down to Pismo Beach. A pair of rail-cars grabbed my attention and appetite and I stopped for breakfast/lunch. They had me at Rock and Roll.
I figured that we needed a break from the road so a half day was in order, a chance to walk on a beach, not exhausted, while the sun was still up. So I did.
I wandered on the beaches, I wandered on the boardwalk, I wandered down the pier (no car park), I wondered at the seal-skinned surfers and eventually wandered into ‘Harry’s night club’ where the band played “I melt with you” (Modern English) at the start of their set.
I met Scott who had an MG MGA parked outside with no hood so that all the world could see it now sported a massive Ford V8 and running gear. I took his address and my leave to go eat calamari and chips take-out by the shore.
Le Mans man 