suzi the psychic doesn't care for the uphill highway grinds(you know how she is), but will put up with it. she's much happier on a trail.
i took a little side trip on my way home to see where the san joaquin river meets the sacramento. i was kinda monkeywrenching and got run off the levee by an irate farmer.
i tried to explain that i'm a good gate closer, but he was only slightly mollified.
later, i got rousted by police(danville or pleasanton, i think) who thought i was a kid(ha ha)and complained about my exhaust.
i should make her quieter, and have been trying to come up with a way.
i'm also real pleased with some radio contacts i made on this trip. learned stuff from them.

'89 kick w/some modifications.
some intentional.
suzi the psychic gets me fishing.