Forgive me father for it is 3 days since my last confession. In summary….southern California.
After a magnificent steak in Solvang (Geoff went for the 18oz which was even more magnificent) we headed back to the coast over a sodding great hill in the blistering heat to arrive at Santa Barbara which, in my book, is the start of SoCal. This part of the trip is all about a very different type of Merica with astonishing wealth, cheek by jowl with countless homeless people.
We have ridden the beach paths through Santa Barbara and past LA, passed the Malibu mansions and crossed Orange County (the OC) where, in one town there were car dealerships for: McClaren, Ferrari, Maserati, Bentley and TWO for Porsche.
We are now in San Clemente and just a day away from the Mexican border.