What was the plan? Well, while talking with Meek online about how badly I wanted to go to California to compete in the surfing competition, he had come up with the idea that we both go. All right, it wasn’t a new idea; it was just a resurrected idea with a few minor changes.

“We can hitchhike out to California!” he had said.

“Are you crazy? There are way too many lunatics in this world!” I harped, “and besides there isn’t enough time to hitchhike that far.”

“Do you have a better idea?” he asked.

“If we had enough money we could take a bus.” I thought, “How much do cross country bus tickets cost?”

“How am I supposed to know?” he balked before suggesting that we ride a dirt bike to California.