San Diego, California
San Diego has not been giving me much to work with lately. So I had to go down there and do it myself. We may be closing our call back center there. It’s too early to tell though. Found this when I was en route to a real groovy birthday party. My first stop was in Pacific Beach. Typically, this area of San Diego is teeming with tired collegiate strange smelling like last nights booze. A place where skate board apparel is acceptable to wear well in to your 40’s. So it was the last destination I expected to find impeccable taste.
I was late meeting my friends for dinner. Plus, I was having a hard time finding my way around. Numerous times I wanted to bail on looking for parking and go “get high” at Fatburger. Tell every one I was running late and just beat up on a bacon cheeseburger. I stayed hard though and got a glimpse of beauty. Poking out past the late 90’s Chevy Cavaliers, worn out Civics, and the rare but groovy micro bus, was this. It was in beautiful shape and had no noticeable cosmetic damage. All four hubcaps remained as well. The waning minutes of daylight give us just enough hope for a brighter Pacific Beach tomorrow. Suggesting the party will be even better than it was today. If that were even possible.
We realize that Body Dumpers are vital part of SoCal culture. Just like the rhythmic lapping of the waves is a permanent fixture, so is the guttural hum of a Dumper engine. Southern California never disappointments with its abundance of Dumpers.
