Before leaving Mojave, I wanted to wash the truck a little. The main reason for this was to make sure that when I return the truck, nobody looks at it too much. If they do, they might find out that the roof is a little dented. I’m pretty sure that it’s not my fault, but then again, I did smash the roof of that motel back in… where the hell was it? West Virginia, wasn’t it?
There was a French couple already using the car wash station, and the wife did not appreciate my attempts to be friendly. Possibly because her English was not very good and she couldn’t understand why the hell I was standing there; possibly because she’s an asshole; possibly because she just didn’t like me; but most probably because her husband seemed to be making friends with strange men too easily for her taste, if you get my drift.
They left, I gave the truck a rinse, and apart from breakfast at the small town of Tehachapi, I didn’t stop until California.
As I entered California it seemed like I entered the place where America go to summer camp. Right at the border a bearded hippy inspected the truck: “do you have any plants?”
No, just my stuff.
"So no plants?" he seemed almost disappointed.
He asked me where I came from, and we briefly discussed the bombings in Boston. Then he greeted me with a “welcome to California, man” and I drove in. A minute later I passed a summer resort, with bungalows, boats, zip-lines and such. I think the biggest lesson from this trip is that no matter how stereotypically America is presented to the world, the truth is much more extreme.
A few more hours of driving and I got to Mountain View where
I met Julia. She works in the Google HQ, so she gave me a tour around campus. We went home, unloaded and returned the truck.
And so, my 4700 miles, coast to coast journey has ended. Thank you guys (all two of you) for following me. I hope you had a good time and that you keep an eye on this blog. You never know when I will once again be a
Person
On
The
Road!!!!
(tun, tun, tuuuuuuuun!)
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