Friday, October 12, 2007
Friday rocks (warning! photo heavy)
The biggest news around chez small hands, is the boy's newest acquisition. He has owned it for a only a few hours...
The best part can be seen in the fine print.
Yes, a former cop motorcycle. Complete with scary "you're screwed" horn that goes "WOOOp, WOOOp". And since that plastic cover pops off of the passenger seat, stay tuned for pics of my new bad ass bitch helmet and jacket (soon)!
In other news, I am doing some knitting, but it's not all that exciting, so I thought I would share some more vacation pics.
WEST COAST VACATION July 2007
We flew into San Jose, CA airport and headed straight to Monterrey and the Laguna Seca raceway. By a total stroke of luck, we got to take a "hot lap" around the track with a driving school instructor in a Mazda RX8. But after the lap, we played around in the smaller racecars.
Later, on our way up the coast, we stopped by Castroville, CA. The Artichoke Capital of the World (who knew?)...
In San Fran, we stopped at the Botanical Garden for a few moments before driving through Golden Gate park. There was a big head:
And the world famous Golden Gate Bridge:
In Mill Valley, I got to see one of my best friends from long ago and her newest family member:
Then, finally... the coast!
We headed north through California along the famously gorgeous Pacific Coast highway 101. Along the way we drove thru the tree (just like in the Goofy cartoons!)
Stopped at more lil beaches:
Chatted up Paul and Babe:
(While there, some lil kid asked Paul [he talks to the crowd] if Babe was a boy or a girl... Paul said "What do you think?"... So BBE got this one of me clarifying)
We saw some Trees of Mystery, stretching impossibly high:
And finally, joyfully, made it to Oregon!
Where the beaches were more gorgeous, since, being an Oregonian by birth, they are somehow more MINE.
Whew. That's probably enough pics for now. Maybe I will post the Oregon half of the trip next Friday. Until then, it's the weekend: shake it like a polaroid and have a shot of Jager for me.