... night, and nothing was going on. We were just three guys sitting in a desolate apartment playing boring old NFL Blitz. My buddy Matt reluctantly suggested we just drop everything we were doing and head to Pismo. Without even thinking, my buddy Gook and I simply replied, "Sure why not". There is a truth to a spur of the moment decision like the one we had ... were. It was a good thing she came through. We got some food to eat and nearly filled the gas tank with the money we had left. The drive home was quick but I had to be at work in two hours. I then had thirty minutes to drop everyone...

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... just turned 17, precisely 64 days before that fateful 28TH day of February 1983. Basketball season had just finished, and we had a week off before baseball practice would begin. My buddy Todd, who lives in Hawkins Bar with his parents, had been staying at my house since about January 4TH because of an enormous mudslide that had closed highway 299 about ... that it was pretty damn warm that day, around 87 degrees. I can feel the rays beaming down, not a cloud in the sky, which meant for a fast, dusty and oh so quick ride that as perfect for some high speed .road was dry, perfect for high...

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