5-1-90 11:30am
xxxxxx and I got in a big fight last night, So I was pretty depressed at work. When I told my boss, he said to take the day off. So I pretty much got on my scooter and hit the road. Destination unknown. I road out to the Ocean, and then just kept going. I am on the side of highway 1 right now, about 50 miles south of the city, letting the engine cool, and having a smoke. Guess I am going to Santa Cruz.
12:30
Out of gas. I am about 3-4 miles from Santa Cruz. Time to start walking and hitch hiking.
2:45
In Santa Cruz, going to call up xxxx and tell him to take the day off. There is drinking to be done! So, not counting
running out of gas, it only took about 2 hours. I was going 55-60 almost the whole way. Scooter did fine. It was sketchy a couple of times, long down hills with a semi on your tail, just waiting for the cough and sputter. But, other than the gas no problems. At least now I know how far I can get on a tank. Santa Cruz is crazy. The earthquake back in October took out most of the mall. It seems like what didn't fall is being torn down. Everything is gone.
5-2-90
So spent yesterday drinking with xxxx. in Santa Cruz. When I got home, xxxxxx was pretty pissed, but we patched things up. She is jealous of the time I spend with "those Scooter people" She wants me to pay more attention to her.