I can do better than a post a week, can't I?

Mum and dad are visiting.  Sitting in the corner writing to an imaginary audience on the internet feels anti-social (maybe because it is).

We went to the desert.  I refused to relinquish control of the driver's seat.  Nobody liked that, but damn if I was going to sit in the back and breathe through the hairpin turns and whoops-you're-dead steep drops off the side of the two lane roads.  We stopped at the top of Mount Palomar so dad could drool at the bikes.  I think the bikers were drooling over my dusty old Saturn - that really makes the mountain roads a bucket of fun.