So in, so out...
Hazards - Montana de Oro - San Luis Obispo
My brother-in-law took me surfing here. He’s a surf instructor in Maui. I’m a glass designer in Ohio.
My legs shook with every step. I’ve surfed in the South Pacific, but I was also able to see sea turtles in the crystal clear water.
The paddle out was about 200 feet, but I only made it 100 feet from shore before telling him it was too rich for my blood.
I watched him surf for two hours before he paddled back in and high fived me. “Didn’t even think you’d make it out that far. It was kind of steep and sketchy. It’s good to know your limits.”
I’m cool with that.
Please don’t let me hit the ground.
If you’re more obsessed with t-shirts than Hooky’s bass magic, get a fucking room.
Find a little joy already.
This is the cherry on top of a fantastic day. <3
Headed to the airport. YLNT is dead, so it’s only logical to create a synth pop Fishstick in its wake.
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1977 Indy 500 Program
Tell any racing snob who sniffs at the Indy 500 that Ed Carpenter averaged 228.762 MPH to win this year’s pole.
Two hundred.
Twenty-eight.
And change.
AVERAGED.
In October 2000, Gil de Ferran set the track record for fastest lap during CART qualifying at 241.426 mph (388.537 km/h). Yesterday, EJ Viso hit 229.5 mph.
I can’t stand NASCAR, but Indy Car and F1 hold a special place in my loins.


