Los Angeles
We headed up at the perfect time to miss traffic, 11pm. By the time we go to Culver City, my fly by the seat of our pants, kinda screwed us, as we couldn't find a hotel. I couldn't believe every shit hole on Sepulveda was booked. So, we stopped at Johnnie's Pastrami, and shared a sammich. We decided that pastrami is really just uncooked fat bacon. There was a surprise waiting for us back at the car, the lights on the instrument panel, as well as the instruments were all off, it was 2am in LA on a Friday night, gas gauge and odometer are important. crap.
Finally, there was one room available in Chinatown and hitting the hay close to 4am is tough on us old folks. Saturday, we tracked down a few things I have on my list to visit, Angel's Flight, the worlds shortest railway and Echo Park, the setting for Mi Vida Loca. We booked a room early for Saturday and stay at a nice Marriot near LAX, not too far from the derby bout.
The veterans hall were the meet was was had a upstairs to watch from, which made keeping track of the stats easier. The Wildfires but up a hella of a fight, but the Shore Shots took the win. Flat track is much different from the bank track at the Dollhouse. Man, one good hit and a gal can really fly across that floor. The chicks are so damn tough.
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