It was brand new, unridden except for from the dealership home, and about a thousand dollars less that I would have paid the dealer. Didn’t come with a helmet or cover, but I already had a slightly tight large from Stephanie’s scooter purchase to get me home. Money and title were exchanged, and so began our odyssey back to the city, taking El Camino Real the whole way!
We stopped in Redwood City to see about getting a new helmet, but the ones they had were all too small (translation: I have a big head). Down the road a bit we stopped at a nice restaurant called CreoLa and filled up for the journey ahead. I had fried soft shell crab with crawfish etouffee, Stephanie had blackened drumm, and dad had red beans and rice. It couldn’t have been better—except in New Orleans.
I bundled up some more and continued the rest of the journey home. All 55 miles of it. We didn’t make it back until after 9pm.
And parking? It’s a dream.