The open road

There is something about crossing the state line that makes my body exhale.  First it exhales and then the excitement kicks in as that line gets further and further away in my rear view mirror.
It's like cutting the cord to home, city and work.  Your suddenly free.  It's psychological of course but it feels as real as the day I packed my bags for New York and left England without looking back.

I have driven up and down the pacific coast many times but each time brings a new town, a new stop in the road.  When I was driving from San Fran to Monterey I stopped in Half Moon Bay.  A small little town with a few moody locals but a crazy little place to buy weird random stuff from,

I spent more time that most might here doing a little research but if you're headed south along the coast from SF stop in and check it out.