What a day we had today. We finally dragged ourselves out of Anaheim after a 'brief' visit to "Coast Corvette- My Tight Ride" store/ dealership, a little grubby shop bordering the freeway. For the petrol heads I must say that the boys went off!!! After waltzing in, camera in hand and announcing we were Australian, so please ignore us, the guy decided to take us under his wing. He stated that after we looked at the stock on the floor, he would show us the good stuff out back. The floor stock consisted of a range of 6 or so new and vintage models in showroom condition. A tour of the workshop and all the cars he is rebuilding/ souping up/ repairing for clients had the boys head spinning. He then went on to the storage room consisting of a range of 10 + Nascar and classic models from '26 originals, (no kits) upwards, most under dust covers unfortunately. Went in expecting to take a shot or 2 and clicked away without mercy. What an experience!! Especially for Jordan who is a car nut!!! He now is sporting a custom made Ford Mustang "Build your own" remote control car that he built in Disney shopping district. Choose your own car body shell from a range of models and colors, wheel rims, tyre type, accessories etc. and fit to remote control car core with a smaller version of electronic rattle gun. Oh My!!!!
Back to today! We programmed Rodeo Drv into 'Judy', our RV Navsat genie and held on. You have no idea how many exits, lanes etc there are on these freeways until you exit early and Judy re-calibrates. Some of the streets that she has taken us through in these times has allowed impromptu socio-economic lessons for the boys while we scour the footpaths for undesirables. Can guarantee that all hatches and doors are locked securely. Suzi smirked at my last entry, but toady's venture may have re-calibrated her take on the back streets. Amazing that you can have such wealth on one block and feel threatened a block later. What a screwed up place this is in so many ways. Bill boards for lap band surgery and amazing diets and turn the corner to find a shop called 'Fatburger'. What The???????
So.... we get to Rodeo Dve. You want to talk Aussie Class? Picture this!!! The Wockies in a 33 ft RV driving down Rodeo Drive, Mulholland Dve etc like we owned the joint. We then walked the block or 2 to Rodeo Dve. Had to rush so the Fuzz didn't tow the RV. Did the Pretty Woman thing in the foyer of Beverly Wiltshire, Tiffany's, jewelers etc etc. (Girls Stuff) Can honestly say that Pretty Woman was based on fact. They wanted us out of there ASAP. Meanwhile the boys checked out the constant flow of quality wheels that drove past, Highlight was a Buggatti that is meant to be a US$1 mill + parked sports machine (according to the walking car almanac) that had everyone lining up for a photo. Again, Boy Heaven!!!! Then did the scenic drive without Judy's help and after cruising the hills of Beverly Hills, headed towards the ocean via UCLA.
Next stop... Santa Monica Peer. Lots of sand but ordinary surf. Assume they get a decent break from time to time, but very pretty regardless. Walked the place , but Ben couldn't figure why rides were not free like Disneyland. Kids survived on choc chip cookies and apples as the sun set and we drove up the coast looking for a restaurant that served something slightly healthy for a change. Tried to explain the number of movies and shows such as 2 1/2 Men that were set here to the lads, but not sure that they got the big picture. Drove on, when suddenly a sign for an RV park appeared. Took that option, and after a $55 fee, and a quick home made feed, we sit high over the Pacific Ocean looking towards Santa Monica peer, the gentle break of the swell a backdrop. Life is tough!!! Cant begin to explain how low key this park is, but how beautiful. I cant wait for the sun to come up so that I can truly appreciate how lucky we are to be here. Everyone has crashed and burned, but I think I might brave the cold, finish my glass of red, check out the lights and take some more photos. Cant wait until tomorrow!!
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