Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Doing San Diego.

This is just before we started skimming over the waves at 30-40 MPH. We were Crockett and Tubbs, minus the drug smuggling, guns and five o' clock shadows. We were also hanging on for dear life.
Notice how I'm turning away as far as I possibly can? I was attempting to escape. I was directly downwind from our driver's B.O. Do not be fooled by our smiles. We were merely acting happy. It was not a pleasant stench. We should have got a discount. Or, at the very least, clothespins.

P.S. These weren't my photos. My camera is still on its way back home. I just hope it arrives in one piece.

6 comments:

aisy said...

why do people want to ride those things? i mean, man b.o., then if you do the horse ones, you gotta deal with horse smells. ewww.

Dainon said...

I think it was either that or walking. And the lady behind us had a bum ankle or something. I did learn some helpful info, though: our driver told us the best women could be found on 15th Avenue. I'll have to check into that when I return.

The Carrie Collection said...

Even though you can barely see Brooks' face, I know exactly the grossed-out-laughy face he makes when something of that nature takes place. He looked at you with the face and that made you do the loud, two part laugh that we all love. I don't even have to be there to know exactly how it went down.

aisy said...

i am sure you didn't just do it because you thought 'wow, this looks fun.' that was more of my musings.

15th avenue huh? wonder why they all hang there.

Dainon said...

Hookers like to gather in the same place, don'cha know? Strength in numbers and alla that.

aisy said...

good ol' 3rd ave in calgary has gone by the wayside. now they are in pockets all over the city. hard for the johns, you know? thank goodness for keeping them together in san diego.