When I was young, I felt a little cheated. At the end of every summer, I’d go back to school, and the other kids had invariably gone to Disneyland at some point. Me? I’d just spent a couple of weeks camping with my parents and grandparents up on the Mendocino or Humboldt coasts. That was […]
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The Last Ice Cream Run of Summer: A Moto Guzzi, Two Bentleys, and One of California’s
