300+ miles and only one bathroom break since we left San Jose, and we’re home again.
Home… as in our cold little house in Los Angeles.
We walked through the door here at about 1:15am. Yoshi drove the first hour (until we got through the Pacheco Pass) and then I drove the rest of the way so that Yosh could get some sleep. Too bad Yoshi couldn’t actually sleep with me at the wheel and all. I was driving approx 80-90 mph the whole way down and didn’t really slow down while on the Grapevine, either. Every time Yosh was just about to fall asleep, some dumbass would cut me off, slow down, or just plain drive stupidly around me… forcing me to drive equally dumbassedly. By the time we got to the Grapevine, Yoshi was wide-awake, making observations about our surroundings, subtly trying to get me to slow down.
Yoshi: You know there is snow on the mountains on both sides of us.
Me: Uh huh. I’m not looking at the mountains. I’m looking at the road.
Yoshi: That must mean it’s really cold outside. You might want to be careful of ice.
Me: Ice? I don’t see any ice.
Yoshi: There’s such a thing called black ice. You can’t see it and it’s very dangerous.
Me: Black ice? That’s real? I’ve only heard of it, but I always thought it was kind of a myth… like the Loch Ness Monster.
*silence, except for the sound of Yoshi’s eyes rolling at my dumbass statement*
Yoshi: You really don’t want to be driving 95 mph when you could be driving in ice.
Me: I’m really not driving that fast. It only seems faster because we’re going downhill.
*Yoshi tries not to reach over and strangle me while pointing at the speedometer*
We managed to make it home before Yoshi maimed me for being a speed demon in the HunnyMobile. When I get up in the morning, I’ll give a run-down of our day in SF. Yes, we did make it there.