Day two part
I can't entirely convince myself of the things I've done. I am back in Brea, I made it down the mountain and home in an hour and a half. I beat out a corvette for about ten minutes at about one hundred ten miles per hour through relative amounts of traffic. Ultimately it dipped into the car pool lane with a whimper and speed past at around a buck twenty. I was alone and those car pool fines are worse than speeding. It is hot down here in my bones, I'll be rushed to a train station in about an hour so as to catch the Amtrak to Los Angeles for FYF fest. Alas I must cut you short travel Log, my battery is but about to pass and I care not enough to go back inside where the wall sockets remain.