Just Another Saturday

Ok. Let's Try This Again...

Poppesicle bought a Vanagon. A Cabernet colored rubber tramp road trip machine built for adventure, codename: Cab. It was down in San Diego so a road trip was needed to pick up the road trip machine. Valiant and daring I, as usual, offer my assistance...for the second time...in a week...dolt.

So here's the back up plan. Poppesicle and Chowdown catch a ride with Mangela to San Diego. Somehow get to "Cabby", eat a taco, jump in the Ocean and Drive back home. Simple right?

Actually yes, quite simple. We get Cabby (wow)and head back to Mangela's store to return her Prey-us. Mange ain't there no mo though so we wander O.B. in search of peripherals for Cabby and the aforementioned taco.

Thrift shop...

In search of the perfect tape to start the dream machine collection.

Poppesicle states "No ipod in the Cabby!"

"noted", but "Can we please get the dirty dancing soundtrack?"

10 tapes=$3

Having the Dirty Dancing Soundtrack to start off your initial collection=priceless

El Rodeo in Ocean Beach- Fish Taco, Carnitas Taco,

Poppesicle orders the "California" Burrito. I pretend not to be jealous. It doesn't work so Poppesicle takes pitty and offers Chowdown a plethora of nibbles. I will tell you this without hesitation..........the California burrito at El Rodeo in O.B is the best Burrito I have EVER had. Amazingly spiced Carne Asada with a good helping of fantastic herbed potatoes. Poppesicle will state at sometime in the near future that we should have ordered 10 more California burritos and passed them out to people who we deemed worthy of such a gastronomical prize.

We return to Cabby. Poppesicle notices a bobble headed white tiger on her new Dash board. A protector for her journeys, I have absolutely no idea where such a thing could have come from.

Just then a fantastic thing happens. Something only Cabby and her relatives could facilitate.

A bearded bro-man drives by in a beaten old dodge truck,

"sweet Westy" he states.

"thanks" Poppesicle smiles.

"She brand new," Chowdown takes pride. "got her today." Although I have not purchased her myself I feel somehow I have earned the right to pridefully state such a thing.

And love fest ensues. John is his name and he has had 4 Westies in his time, but Cabby is the genuine article. He confirms as much and offers helpful tips. She is a woman among men. Poppesicle is beaming by time we head out. Proud and brilliant. Whatever bad taste may have lingered from Monday's debacle has been replaced by the magnificent coincidence of meeting a fellow Westy driver on her "final official secondary maiden voyage".

Poppesicle is Officially in the Club.

We get back on the road...for the first time. Poppesicle behind the wheel of her new Dream drive.

ROADTRIP COVERSATIONS. Oh how I love these. Sure to be filled with warm little secrets you don't find elsewhere.

Here is the criteria.

Only one other person in the car. The addition of passengers changes the dynamic immensely.

You must be on the open road. Driving around a neighborhood or city streets distract to much and don't allow the mind to wander, which is key.

Try not to be in traffic, it doesn't help.

Music should be on but nothing too involved. Something so faint you can just make out the words to the song that you long since memorized.

Then stare out the window and start moving your lips. If you do it right your heart will come out of your mouth.

oh and one ore thing.

make sure this all happens organically. If you plan on having a good road trip convo it ain't gonna work.

Catharsis

1 : purgation

2 a : purification or purgation of the emotions (as pity and fear) primarily through art

b : a purification or purgation that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension

3 : elimination of a complex by bringing it to consciousness and affording it expression

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catharsis



the contents of such a conversation are not for bloggy little eyes like your's, dear reader, but I will say this...

Catharsis became the word of the day.

Getting the Westy to LA finally=CAtharsis.

Jumping in the ocean after a long drive=Catharsis.

At one point I mention that I find cooking can be very cathartic.

dolt.

So you know the deal right?

Hang out at the beach all day at my place(without me). When you're all tired and hungry and can't get a table for 15 people at 8pm at one of the hottest restaurants in LA, just sent me to the sWhole foods.

I fall for it every time.

Sleep=Catharsis

ciao