Steve drops me off at Diane’s work on Friday morning and I take Diane’s car down to the beach. I walk out on the pier and watch the surfers, take a quick dip in the still-too-cold ocean waters, and buy a frozen banana. Essentially, the tourist from the midwest thing. When she gets done with work I pick her up and we go to her friend’s place for a BBQ with ribs that make me want to raise a pig named Ribs that I will one day murder in a spontaneous but long-planned rage of hunger and ecstasy.
Instead of doing that, I go to Catalina with Diane and Brenna. Catalina is a small island off the coast near LA, much like Mackinac Island for you Michiganders. The boat ride is pretty tough being hungover, but nowhere near as bad as the 3 hour boat ride on a 30’ boat on ocean waters in the Galapagos Islands. From that one I still get queasy when I hear Bob Marley music…but that’s another story. In Catalina we rent a tandem bike and a regular bike and take turns. After trying out a few combinations of people on the tandem, we determine that I am the only person capable of steering it properly, as evidenced by this video:
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