After making it to Sac-town, we (our behinds) needed some rest from the long haul.
So naturally, T.C. (our nephew who is now taller than me) had made plans for us to hangout at the river for some volleyball, BBQ and good times.
First, we had to stop at the store for the essentials – hamburgers, hotdogs, buns and of course a few adult beverages. I wanted cheese, but Daniel said it wasn’t essential. Living in the Midwest, I’ve become very accustomed to eating cheese with every meal. Cheese brauts, cheese holes, cheese fries, etc… so not having cheese for my burger was a bit upset. Luckily, I threw in cheese-filled brauts into the cart so the joke was on him. 
As for volleyball (Daniel don’t read any further…), it was a brother versus brother matchup. Well, after years of winless oppression, lil’ bro and his team knocked off big bro and his team five games to three. I was elated. But for good measure, Daniel gave me a swirly afterward so I got rid of any ideas of winning again.
After volleyball, we hung out at T.C.’s pool then went to Chevy’s for dinner and margaritas.
We headed out afterward to a bar, which will remain nameless, and quickly realized it was an “alternative bar” after T.C. was asked to dance by Frank, Jim and Bob. We quickly went to another bar across the street.
We played foosball and I won again. However, we then went home and played Guitar Hero II. Let’s just say, T.C. should start his own band. His whimsical cord play was ridiculous and his rifts he was jamming out were a few of the tastiest licks I’ve ever heard.
T.C. – You are a true Guitar Hero and we pathetic wannabe groupies bow down and relent as we are unworthy to even think about being your wingman on bass.
In other news, we also saw a naked skateboarder. Not sure what that was all about. Of course, he’s the one that brought us to the “alternative bar.”
Sunday came all to quick and we were on the road again. I must say, driving “with the flow” of traffic through San Francisco was a bit daunting. The wind was blowing us every which way, but straight. Luckily, it calmed down a bit after San Jose.
Daniel wanted to take a photo in the flowers. Not sure what that was all about, but he insisted.
In order for the flower escapade to not ruin our manly street credit, I picked up a skull gas cap.
We stopped in Soledad for the night and then carried on to Los Angeles via HWY 101 and PCH. Driving along the beach was very relaxing.
Greg Dawson