That's right, I was supposed to post this about 5 days ago. And now I shall describe to you the day of Wed., July 21st, 2004.
THE CAR RIDE
Typical for my friends and I, we managed to leave phoenix a little later than planned. At 10:30 AM Nick, Brandon, and myself were all packed away in Nick's car and went South to Queen Creek Rd. From there and until San Diego we played the "Guess which word I'm thinking that starts with the letter..." game. This simple activity would provide us with enough entertainment while we zipped on passed sand dunes, mountains, and sage brush. Brandon was the best at the game since he memorized a series of words that originate from the Iliad.After passing through Yuma and the obligatory "Are you a Mexican?" border patrol stop in between Arizona and California, the three of us were traveling through the gorgeous green hills that sprout up out of the horizon when approaching San Diego. Unfortunately for us, we arrived in San Diego precisely when rush hour traffic decided to make its appearance. It was at this time the rear-right tire of Nick's automobile felt the need to blow out. Being in the far left lane, we were forced to pull over to the center divide since there was no way the car could be manuevered over to the right shoulder during rush hour.
Have a look. The picture of the left is of Nick leaning on his wounded car. The picture on the right is the tire that mysteriously turned into rubberized form of shredded wheat.
DISASTER!
How would we make it to the con? How did we changed the tire without getting killed? How was I going to meet up with my old friends Allison and Jeremy who drove all the way down from L.A. to visit me?
All those questions will be answered plus more later. Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel.
