California Day 3 Hey Is That Iggy Pop?

 A driving tour of the rest of LA with Max's Brother in control. Breakfast at Nick's (I think it's in Chinatown) which was a meal that RFK Jr would definitely not like (Or considering what he actually eats that's a good thing), 

The driving tour of Laurel Canyon and the Sunset Strip, featuring the Comedy Store, The Whisky a Go Go (big Doors fane here) and the Troubadour where a quick glimpse of a man outside made me think it was Iggy Pop but turned out to look more like Gary Busey. Bill M
aher and Woody Harrelson's weed store, the gate that the Manson Family entered to butcher Sharon Tate and Tail O The Pup.

To show how kind California is on a corner in Hollywood or West Hollywood or who knows is a small vehicle that offers free STD testing. 

Negative of course.

The Getty Museum on the hill is free (but it does cost to park). The museum is a wonder of art and sculptures. You could spend hours there if you were an art afficianado. I am just a peasant when it comes to art so the Monets and the Van Gogh thrilled me and the rest was just yeah cool. Again the view from the Getty is phenomenal. The horrid traffic at 4 pm, the ocean, all the cities is all there. Now thats art to me. Spectacular views.

Finally, the Santa Monica Pier. Yeah a tourist trap but worth a visit once in your lifetime. Tourists, kids, teens and one guy in a MAGA hat. It was all fantastic to see the tide come in and to us flatlander Midwesterners whose greatest water view is whatever manmade lake you're at. It's always been a dream of mine to drive Route 66 from Chicago to the end, which is Santa Monica. Thus, I've seen the beginning at the Chicago Art Museum and the end at the Pier. All I need now is the middle.

In conclusion, Waymo. Waymo is the name of a driverless taxi that wanders around the ritzy parts of LA. Now you may have seen this thing when Aunt Chippy rode in one much to her chagrin. But to see it at first appalled me but by the next day it intrigued me. We didn't get one but next time a definite yes.

The trip was over. Lots accomplished. Thanks to Max's bro for the guided tours. It was so nice to ignore the upcoming transition to fascism.

Side notes

Some dude on the plane from Denver to LA fell asleep on my shoulder for two freaking hours. When I gently woke him up, he freaked out. 

Gas in LA is $4.50-$5 a gallon. At one place it was $7.70 and there were actually people gassing up there. Must be trendy.

I still have no idea the difference between Metro and Metro Link even though it was explained to me a thousand times. All I remember is one was $4 and the other was $20. One reminds me of the subway or the L in Chicago. The other one looks like Amtrak. Maybe next time.

Much like New York, Los Angeles features all kinds of people, all kind of languages and a diversity that didn't make me want America to be "great" again. Unlike some people, differences make me happy to be alive. 

Nebraska football is dead. THAT will never be great again. I am now convinced. Nobody can save the program. But it's just football. Right? We can't have nuthin in Nebraska. Just uptight assholes running the place under the no fun EVER mentality of dumbasses we keep electing because of the R next to their name.