Fremont, 11-11-2002. We leave Pete's house late in the morning for Santa Cruz, our bikes in the back of his truck. Now Pete is a big talker and the main topic of his conversation is girls, especially brown haired ladies have his undivided attention. Being polite I listen to him talk about all the beautifull brown haired girls that inhabite this world while we enter Santa Cruz, a city that stretches out along the coast for what seems to be an eternity before reaching the main drag, an old fashion boardwalk with an amusement park on it. We park his truck and take the bikes out. We wanna cycle from here on, on this great looking boardwalk that is despite the early afternoon hour already filled with people. Pete takes the lead while I follow quite
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