Tues 5… ying and yang
Have to go shopping…all day sortin out nonsense ive got to have…haven’t even got bedsheets or cutlery yet…boo
The wind picks up and by 5pm I Fly sand mountain…hurray…more lovely smooth coastal soaring…you could almost go to sleep…apparently im only the second one to fly it…ooooohh…it’s a cool site right on the pacific coast highway (highway 1)near a place called point dume and although very unofficial no one official seems to care as long as you don’t wipe any tourists out… you can kite up the dune and get over the mountain from there…it’s a beautifull spot…followed by a standard evening on the beach in paradise…its hard being me…Nuff said
Monday, 11 August 2008
Mon 4 …blink in the hood
Make another humugus brekky…will have to stop that…chill in the rv playing with the tv and sterio for a bit and decide it may be windy enough to kite up the dune and try to fly the ridge …its not quit strong enough and although I kite up it’s a real workout and I only manage a handful of beats before im back on the ground…boo….vic rings …hurray…he is coming over and we decide to go see a little suzuki samurai jeep I found online…its on 105th street in l.a…1st street is in the plush uptown part of the city and as the numbers get higher the territory gets more suspect… when we arrive its deep in the notorious south central district…this could get intresting…we first park up on 107th by mistake in one of americas most neglected neighbourhoods in a blue 2006 v8 corvette…its worth more than the houses…every last one has barred windows…the church is vandalised boarded up and closed down……there are no whites…unsurprisingly we have not gone unnoticed…people slow down on cycles on their way past…others begin to loiter close by…after 5 minutes of increasing tension we decide that discretion is most definitely the better part of valor and make a discreet exit before we are shot as d.e.a…we discover our mistake and go to 105th where we are greeted by altogether more sociable people fronted by a cheery chappie named blink…”blink and the deals done…blink and its gone etc”…who shows us first the Suzuki and then a yard with a half dozen more in various states of (dis)repair and after intense negotiations a deal is struck…lets hope it carries on doing what its supposed to…we stop at a garage for petrol close by but no longer with a brother in the car vics ghetto pass is revoked and he is almost immediately made to feel most unwelcome and makes steam…everyone ignores me completely…im black and im proud…I am also lost here but follow his parallel black rubber lines all the way back to his house… chill for a few…drive back to the beach...get lost…get back…the gate to the beach is locked…get stuck in the sand…curse…remember my sas training and let some air out of the tyres…it works!...i get loose and crash in the rv
Make another humugus brekky…will have to stop that…chill in the rv playing with the tv and sterio for a bit and decide it may be windy enough to kite up the dune and try to fly the ridge …its not quit strong enough and although I kite up it’s a real workout and I only manage a handful of beats before im back on the ground…boo….vic rings …hurray…he is coming over and we decide to go see a little suzuki samurai jeep I found online…its on 105th street in l.a…1st street is in the plush uptown part of the city and as the numbers get higher the territory gets more suspect… when we arrive its deep in the notorious south central district…this could get intresting…we first park up on 107th by mistake in one of americas most neglected neighbourhoods in a blue 2006 v8 corvette…its worth more than the houses…every last one has barred windows…the church is vandalised boarded up and closed down……there are no whites…unsurprisingly we have not gone unnoticed…people slow down on cycles on their way past…others begin to loiter close by…after 5 minutes of increasing tension we decide that discretion is most definitely the better part of valor and make a discreet exit before we are shot as d.e.a…we discover our mistake and go to 105th where we are greeted by altogether more sociable people fronted by a cheery chappie named blink…”blink and the deals done…blink and its gone etc”…who shows us first the Suzuki and then a yard with a half dozen more in various states of (dis)repair and after intense negotiations a deal is struck…lets hope it carries on doing what its supposed to…we stop at a garage for petrol close by but no longer with a brother in the car vics ghetto pass is revoked and he is almost immediately made to feel most unwelcome and makes steam…everyone ignores me completely…im black and im proud…I am also lost here but follow his parallel black rubber lines all the way back to his house… chill for a few…drive back to the beach...get lost…get back…the gate to the beach is locked…get stuck in the sand…curse…remember my sas training and let some air out of the tyres…it works!...i get loose and crash in the rv
Sunday 3 …beachfront real estate
I hate shopping mostly but I was able to treat myself to a handsome first self catering brekky in the rv because of it…lovely…vic comes by…im still parked outside his house for now and hes already eaten…drive the rv to the beach…steering it is like helming a spanish galleon but im getting used to it…will fly deer creek again which is still a lot of fun cos as the wind direction changes different parts of the terrain work and its actually a technical place to be with lots to learn…you need to think to get the best of it…so im in trouble…vic has a golf date with a new chick so hes all exited and brings her to see how cool we are before they go…I land on the beach after having a great time thermalling for an hour or so well up over take off and around the canyon until I fall into one of the sinkholes that move with the wind direction and speed…like I say…you have to think…vic has shot off but as im packing traig arrives and takes me back up…nice…more of the same with beautiful conditions as the day wears on…find a spot to park the rv for the night and make Malibu beach my front yard…my back yard is a ridgeline peaking at around 600ft(200m) with a dune up the first 150ft…cool…cook dinner and watch the sunset with a beer…read and go to bed…I listen to the sound of the waves caressing the sandy beach and like a lovers hands in my hair they put me to sleep…you get the picture…it’s a bit shabby but ill manage…zzz
I hate shopping mostly but I was able to treat myself to a handsome first self catering brekky in the rv because of it…lovely…vic comes by…im still parked outside his house for now and hes already eaten…drive the rv to the beach…steering it is like helming a spanish galleon but im getting used to it…will fly deer creek again which is still a lot of fun cos as the wind direction changes different parts of the terrain work and its actually a technical place to be with lots to learn…you need to think to get the best of it…so im in trouble…vic has a golf date with a new chick so hes all exited and brings her to see how cool we are before they go…I land on the beach after having a great time thermalling for an hour or so well up over take off and around the canyon until I fall into one of the sinkholes that move with the wind direction and speed…like I say…you have to think…vic has shot off but as im packing traig arrives and takes me back up…nice…more of the same with beautiful conditions as the day wears on…find a spot to park the rv for the night and make Malibu beach my front yard…my back yard is a ridgeline peaking at around 600ft(200m) with a dune up the first 150ft…cool…cook dinner and watch the sunset with a beer…read and go to bed…I listen to the sound of the waves caressing the sandy beach and like a lovers hands in my hair they put me to sleep…you get the picture…it’s a bit shabby but ill manage…zzz
Sat 2 …well almost
Need a blinkin car…have to make more effort…tinker in the rv and vic calls…we drink coffie and hang for an hour or so then go to fly deer creek …weekend today so a few of the local boys are there already…things are pretty flat when we arrive but the coastal winds come up later in the day here quite consistently…you have to run like a madman to get off but its thermic when you do already…small and tricky even with tight turns but are lots of fun… people are having mixed fortunes…its easy to get back up here tho with all the cars on hand…even in the week friendly beach types have been known to run you up to take off…there are assorted takeoffs at deer creek and we fly from 2 today from the 1300ft(400m)one…they aren’t much more than extended sleddies but as the day goes on the sea breeze picks up and the cliffs start to work…Barbie at vics again…send some emails and stuff…crash…
Need a blinkin car…have to make more effort…tinker in the rv and vic calls…we drink coffie and hang for an hour or so then go to fly deer creek …weekend today so a few of the local boys are there already…things are pretty flat when we arrive but the coastal winds come up later in the day here quite consistently…you have to run like a madman to get off but its thermic when you do already…small and tricky even with tight turns but are lots of fun… people are having mixed fortunes…its easy to get back up here tho with all the cars on hand…even in the week friendly beach types have been known to run you up to take off…there are assorted takeoffs at deer creek and we fly from 2 today from the 1300ft(400m)one…they aren’t much more than extended sleddies but as the day goes on the sea breeze picks up and the cliffs start to work…Barbie at vics again…send some emails and stuff…crash…
Saturday, 2 August 2008
Fr1 1… free at last
Brekky in subway…borrow the truckasorus…get waffle in the bank…look at car…go to fly …cool day with plenty of wind …good to get further up the coast so go for a shuftie …land on a different beach after an 40 min flight with a cool wingover session with vic up on the coastal cliffs…do 3 flights like this screemin into the beach downwind wing over wing with big 180s to land…loads of fun… watch the kitesurfers…vic has a go…he rocks…meet a hanglider pilot passing through on his way to some cool soundin place I forget but is on route so will get a mention later on…barbie chicken at vics…tasty…start testing bits in the rv…so far everything does just what they said it would …nice…watch t.v…technowrestle….crash
Brekky in subway…borrow the truckasorus…get waffle in the bank…look at car…go to fly …cool day with plenty of wind …good to get further up the coast so go for a shuftie …land on a different beach after an 40 min flight with a cool wingover session with vic up on the coastal cliffs…do 3 flights like this screemin into the beach downwind wing over wing with big 180s to land…loads of fun… watch the kitesurfers…vic has a go…he rocks…meet a hanglider pilot passing through on his way to some cool soundin place I forget but is on route so will get a mention later on…barbie chicken at vics…tasty…start testing bits in the rv…so far everything does just what they said it would …nice…watch t.v…technowrestle….crash
Thurs 31..viva las vagas
Check out of my room when vic arrives and eat too big brekky…head for rv pickup at warp speed in the vet…we are early…of course…I think we arrived before we left…vic is the best…they give you a walk through for an hour or two and show you how it all works ... cool…more red tape…meet the delivery driver…nice old fellah and drive with him to get an out of state stamp from a notary 250 miles away…this is necessary to avoid california state sales tax and is the same in every state andpossible because we are leaving america…eventually… determined not to spend my first night in the r.v at a truck stop I arrive back at vics and crash by 2:30 am…hit switches…smile…read…crash
Check out of my room when vic arrives and eat too big brekky…head for rv pickup at warp speed in the vet…we are early…of course…I think we arrived before we left…vic is the best…they give you a walk through for an hour or two and show you how it all works ... cool…more red tape…meet the delivery driver…nice old fellah and drive with him to get an out of state stamp from a notary 250 miles away…this is necessary to avoid california state sales tax and is the same in every state andpossible because we are leaving america…eventually… determined not to spend my first night in the r.v at a truck stop I arrive back at vics and crash by 2:30 am…hit switches…smile…read…crash
Wed 30…big smile
Meet vic for an early brekky…we will drive around looking for a car in the vet today…it has enough power to run a small village and vic enjoys using it…car hunting is very uneventfull aside from the tyre shredding route between them…the r.v dealer calls to say its ready for collection…so that’s me in vegas tomorrow…a indelible grin spreads across my face…the red tape has taken ages…find no cars to buy as I need something really cheap and the original jalopy I wanted sold…keep lookin…boring day..eat steak dinner to cheer myself up…crash
Meet vic for an early brekky…we will drive around looking for a car in the vet today…it has enough power to run a small village and vic enjoys using it…car hunting is very uneventfull aside from the tyre shredding route between them…the r.v dealer calls to say its ready for collection…so that’s me in vegas tomorrow…a indelible grin spreads across my face…the red tape has taken ages…find no cars to buy as I need something really cheap and the original jalopy I wanted sold…keep lookin…boring day..eat steak dinner to cheer myself up…crash
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