Wednesday, September 15, 2010
When you travel without a plan and you end up checking into a dodgy hotel in Coalinga California just as your sketchy relay bypass grounds against the frame and lets the smoke out of the wires. They only accept cash and suggest you put your bike in the courtyard. So you hide it under the steps next to the orange cones and the drip bucket. The room makes you itchy. The next day the hotel owner offers some connecters to fix the wires. All is well.