I drove the coast from San Francisco to LA. Silly me. It should have been done the other way around.
I would have had the protection of the mountains.
People drive too fast up there. They were pushing me to the abyss.

I let everybody pass as soon as I found some gravel to stop.
The only one who thanked me was Sir Elton John. Riding shotgun in a Ferrari Testarrosa.
Never again. Specially now with the poison pills.

Anyway, I liked San Diego. Hated LA. Went thru Carmel hoping to meet with the Mayor. One of my heroes. To no avail.

All in all, I'm used to Miami. Gimme my hurricanes and my Cuban coffee.

Good luck to you and yours. Cheers.