Ho, hum. Another Vacation.

Next day we shot down to Daytona Beach for a much deserved vacation for the G-Man, and a not-in-the-least-deserved-vacation para moi. We had such a blast last year, after the Curious Don Quioxte Wedding, that we thought we'd try again. Flew to Orlando and rented a car to Daytona Beach. The only tricky part was that we went down earlier (Friday) than last year, so we overlapped with other vacationers, as opposed to having the whole darn town to ourselves. And there were all these goofy hot rods doing their goofy hot rod lack of muffler thing. At 0630. (Why, tell me why would you ever bring a nice, fancy, collectible car to the beach? Dude. Whatever.)




The very tiny rental car.


Catch a wave and you're sitting on top of the world! Dude! Hang! Ten!