Not for the faint of art. |
Short version: I survived. Slightly longer version: Donner Pass involved cold temperatures, snowy roads, trucks everywhere, cops, and a mysterious checkpoint of sorts that I don't fully understand, but was, to me, more evidence that California is absolutely planning to secede. Once I rolled down the western slopes of the Sierra Nevada, though, I had but one priority: find a car wash to deal with the nasty mess left by the salted roads and the dirty spray kicked up by every truck that passed me. Difficulty #1: remember how I have a crack in my windshield? Well, I started thinking about how an automatic car wash with its spinning thingies might make the crack worse. The only alternative I could find would be a non-automatic car wash, where I'd have to get out and do the washing myself, and that's against my religion because it's too much like work. Difficulty #2: Lodi, or Stockton? Either way, I'd fully expect to get carjacked at a stoplight. Anyway, I decided to chance a car wash in Lodi, and it worked out fine. Didn't even get stuck in Lodi again. And yes, I've been drinking. Maybe I'll be more coherent tomorrow. Probably not. |