
We wrapped up the critical doctor planning last Friday and became tourists for the weekend. We rode the Expo (Metro) Line from Terri's ghetto area to the Santa Monica final stop. Man, I MUST be getting old. It used to be that jeans/shorts ass-cheek short was all it took, but now I hate the look if the cheeks are not primo.

Saw too many 'non-primo' ass-cheeks yesterday...
Thug-mobiles. I thought Dodges had taken over, but the 5.0 GT's make the best sound IMHO. Near Terri's old house, the 5.0 GTs have modded exhausts and they wind them up. Music to my ears

The changing of the guard. Pikes Peak climb unlimited record is now held by an electric car. Until they figure out how to put a card in the spokes like on bicycles to make noise, I'm not interested. The sound is critical for me, dinosaur that I am.
The drama that is LeBron. I hope it works out for the Lakers. Not optimistic...
Can't wait to get home... we leave tomorrow morning, if the creek don't rise.