Around The World In 80 Waves

Pearsonville is what I would call a town, but somebody has beat me to it!

I nearly crash the car laughing so much when I see this.

Apparently it is the hub cap capital of the world. Who couldn’t be proud of that honour?

However there is really nothing to the town other than the garage and the Subway sandwich shop inside. I stop there for dinner and then drive the little green surf machine up over the Sierra Nevada. It copes with the 5000 feet increase in elevation without any issues, but it is pitch black and the road is so winding that I feel like I have been doing a marathon night stage on the Ridge Racer computer game after two hours of driving in these conditions without seeing a soul. Thankfully it is very dark and I cant see the drops to the side of the road as I race through the mountains.

I reach the coast and find a place to crash out, after eventually shaking off the Caliornia Highway Patrol who are interested in me and what I am up to as I sit by the side of the road trying to figure out how to avoid them.