This guy was headed North on the coast from San Diego. Rollin' on a big mountain bike with knobby tires, guitar on his back, and head phones blaring. The guy hardly noticed that I was there and proceeded to tell me he was a Doobie Brother. Then he played air guitar while singin some song that I might have known If I was born thirty years earlier and hadn't fried my brain on drugs. Immediately after the air guitar session he asked me where the pot was, as if it just had to be somewhere in the immediate vicinity. He seemed angry that there was none so I asked for a picture. "Shit, I don't care dude"
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Thanks for the up date, we check your blog several times a day. Sorry to hear aabout your bike, glad Heather was still around. Are you sure the the guy was a Doobie Brother? or was he asking for a doobie, brother? Yes there are still some left over hippies from the "70" Thank God I'm not one (I wear a bra) Did see them about 30 years ago probably stoned on several doobies...good times, I think. Anyway it sounds like we may see you before the end of June. Keep on the look out for Jimi Hendrix and Janice Joplin, Oh excuse me they're from 30 years ago. We love you, take care Dad and Nanc
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