Staying home would have been a good thing. We did get on the road Saturday morning, and going through South San Francisco I smelled the now familiar smell of brakes burning. We ended up in the exact same shop where we went after having the first problem with our Dodge Dakota’s brakes in 2003. John and Carol came and rescued us this time but it ruined the plans for the day. Sunday Lori and I went back to South San Francisco to pick up the truck, and then John, Blake and I spent the rest of the day riding up and over Mt. Hamilton. I would have had a picture of us enjoying the clear view (for the Bay Area anyways) but it seems the pictures were deleted before I downloaded them. Yep, I’m a professional.
Monday I dropped Lori off in Santa Cruz for her meeting after finally finding the right location. Having the right street and address would have been helpful. I then went over to Mom’s and had planned to help her work around the house but it was simply too hot outside for a Ferndale guy. Lori finally made it back from her meeting just in time for dinner, and after dinner we took Grandma back home to her new digs and played pinochle.
Tuesday we started back to Ferndale, and after making stops at the Triumph dealer and Keeble & Schucat I dropped Lori off in San Mateo where her boss was staying. They had scheduled one more meeting in San Francisco and I didn’t want to try to park the truck and trailer in the city so I was going to drive through and meet them in Santa Rosa. The meeting took longer than expected (what meeting doesn’t?) and so I went on to Healdsburg to continue browsing there. Finally met up with Lori again around 5pm.
The last insult for the weekend was getting a speeding ticket while going down a long steep grade. $360 fine for wanting to save my brakes? No traffic around at all, on a straight road that has at least a 6% grade or more. I guess I’m just lucky I didn’t burst into flame since I was going 70mph!
In case you’re wondering what the picture has to do with all this, it is the apartment building in San Mateo where Lori and I lived back in 1990. It was just around the corner from where I dropped Lori off so I thought I would snap a picture of it. We had the apartment on the corner on the left, third floor.