I made the trip back from Mexico without incident. Although I was never more than one hundred miles south of the border, I managed to rack up one thousand miles on my new car, mostly driving from Sacramento to Mexico and then back.
Here’s a picture of of me at 11am in our “cantina” on the beach!
So, here’s what I learned this trip:
– If you have a truck that’s jacked up to the sky it doesn’t help much on the beach if you only have two wheel drive. Silly fool.
– Don’t drive a red Hummer down into Mexico. They over looked my red Cobra, but someone snagged my friend’s red Hummer. No kidding. Thank God for Mexican auto insurance.
– Stay away from drunken Aussies who seem to take a perverse pleasure in taking off all of their clothes at 1am and walking around wearing nothing but a chicken puppet to cover up their private parts. (Yeah, and you thought I was odd!)
– Midgets have full sized, um, male orgams. (Don’t ask how I know this!) We hired a band to play for us called “Mini Kiss” which is a group of “little people” who sings Kiss songs. Sure enough, one of them got drunk and begged us to dare him to run down to the surf buck assed naked. He did this, but when he came back he discovered his clothes were gone (no big surprise really).
– If you throw a gallon of tiki torch fuel on a bon fire it gets very, very hot.
And the new phrase I learned from Mexico is “almost free”.
I’ll be po sting pictures for the next few weeks from my trip incuding pictures of my “date”. Stay tuned.
