We woke up at the kids’ house to the happy sounds of the dogs dismembering a discarded cardboard box by bashing it into fixed objects, each time accompanied by a dull corrugated cardboard thud. They were quite cute but awfully noisy. I suspect they were really trying to let us know they wanted breakfast which we were not delivering in a timely fashion.
After a bit of de-groggying with coffee, we asked our son and his girl to join us for breakfast at a place called the “Original Pancake House” where the food was great and the prices were not bad. After a short stop at a Costso Business Center across the street for some kitchen stuff for the Barbarian Invader, we jumped back on I-15 and I-215 north for the uneventful trip back north.
Stupidly, we decided to stop by the Temecula Costco for diesel, one of the few Costco fuel stations that sell anything other than gasoline. This was not wise because many folks were available to take advantage of the $1.999 per gallon price of diesel and, in front of us in the lane we were assigned, was a possibly Alzheimer’s addled dweeb who pulled his big, ugly and ancient motor home across access to both pumps on our island and then pumped a couple tons of fuel into his old wreck. The poor old geriatric dirt clod pumped fuel into his tank for quite some time until the pump shut off when he decided to have a long conversation with the stranger on the other side of the island. After collecting his receipt, he decided to start the procedure over and then spent another considerable period of time hanging around and backing up the diesel lines into the street. I became incensed and offered repeated obscene gestures to the old fart before he finally became bored and left.
We drove from Temecula to the Menifee area where we are camped on city streets, another bad idea. We needed to go north on a route called Winchester Road which was gridlocked by numerous drivers who apparently felt compelled to repeatedly change lanes in stopped traffic. We were able to average some 10 miles per hour when moving because the signals are cleverly set where traffic can only move one block at a time. Being stopped kept all the motorists out of mischief because you must be moving to get into trouble on the highways. An hour and fifteen minutes were all that was required to get fuel and drive the 10 miles to Menifee. I think that averages out to about 8 miles per hour. We were glad to get back to the Invader.