“Just a bit of a break from the norm.” - Will Smith, “Summertime”
“Let’s go on a roadtrip!” - Aimee
“Yeah sure let’s do it.” - Me
“No, I’m serious. Let’s go to SF this weekend with whoever wants to go.” - Aimee
“This weekend?” - Me
“Yeah. Don’t be a little bitch.” - Aimee
“My bags are packed, Ms. Thaaang. Just start the car.” - Me
That’s how this started. A simple thought to do something epic. Be a part of something. To someday say you went on a random roadtrip with two friends just because. That’s always how I think right? Absolutely not. I know who I am and I’m comfortable with that, as we all are. We are in our comfort zones and we feel safe. Kids today say, “I’m good,” when they’re ok with what they have. I’m one of those kids. I calculate everything, make sure the funds are good, I take headcounts. I’m basically a chapparone and I think it comes from the fact that I’m the oldest of 12 other siblings (including cousins). Everything must go right. This trip broke me apart.
It broke me apart in the sense that the shell that I was in was broken in order to see something new. Feel something new. DO something new. Not to discredit that everything else I have ever done doesn’t mean a thing to me, but everyone knows that I don’t do random road trips. I don’t even do that much random meetups at restaurants with my friends or random house parties. So SF was a BIG jump. But I’m glad I took the leap. Being pushed a bit out of your limit to know your limit is always good. Booking a hotel for the first time on your own two days before you go, packing on a short notice, not that much cash. It all added to the experience and the fun.
We had a crazy morning with almost no sleep and we were going to take on the California Highway System. With my Nerf gun ready for anything that comes our way so I could protect Aimee and Eileen, we start the car and drive. We practically have the whole damn Costco in our trunk and backseat. It looked like we were handing out earthquake emergency kits to kids on the street. We start the music and crank up “Call me Maybe” and decided that that was going to be the song of the trip. Then we started to get bored so I started to play the plate number game with them just to keep them awake. If you haven’t played before, any plate number that’s outside of the state you’re in grants you one punch to anyone in the car. You have to call it, point it out to everyone, and choose your victim. I was 6-0 in the first 10 minutes and I couldn’t punch Eileen because she was behind the wheel. So Aimee suffered. HAHA. Rookie.
We’re going, going, going, and going north. You never know how big California or America is until you freaking drive across the land. America is still so untouched and it was nice to see nature just be there with no cities. I’m a city boy so the fields of gold and camping grounds in the middle of nowhere were a sight to see. We get to the coast and stop by Avila Beach for a second. Take some pictures and walk on the boardwalk. Nice people up north man. Real happy and welcoming.
We go up north a little more and roll through SLO, Gilroy, and all these cities with the hardest names to pronounce. Farms, farms, strawberry fields, outlets, oh and farms! We were all wondering, how do people get the groceries for something they need quickly? It would be a fight over who would have to go 80 miles out to get a gallon of milk. But nevertheless we saw towns like this, and they were happy. It was nothing new to them to have their own town to themselves without city life at all. I know I couldn’t live there, but not everyone is like me. It opened up my eyes to see what California means to people. To me, Cali equals beaches, LA, sports teams, food, technology. To these people, probably their happy with farming, riding horses, farmer’s markets, and enjoying the outdoors. The beach is a FAR concept from their minds. To me, Huntington Beach is a 30 minute drive. It’s just nice to see that different things bring happiness to people even though it might not coincide with whatever makes you happy.
So we get close to the outskirts of SF, and I take the wheel finally. I get to take us into SF. This would be the start of something that was planned 3 days earlier. We didn’t know what to expect, but we knew it was going to be good. We were positive, nervous, excited, sleepy, and willing to take a chance. All these emotions would keep us running even though we had 10 hours of sleep combined.
We see the water, the cliffs, and the street signs that finally said “San Francisco City Limit.” We knew where we were and what we were about to do to this city without a clue on how to do it. This feeling is priceless.