August 12, 1996

We rose at dawn and rode from the Star Motel into town, empty streets in the cool morning air. In the plaza I asked a woman who spoke no English if there was a restaurant open in town and she pointed toward the river where the police had told us the drunks were. The drunks were a genial group of Mexicans standing on the levee and across the street there was a Chinese grocery, it could have been Lee Hong's, where we bought coffee and some pastry and went across the street to the river park. Dad, Mike, and I got breakfast in Watsonville and ate it in the park. We rode our bikes on the wrong side of the river and I got a flat tire because I was riding in the prickels so we had to go to Long's and fix the tire and then ride all the way back to the actual Pajaro... --Kevin By this time it was past nine and The we rode out agin on the levee about a mile. ....while all the Mexicans were picking the strawberries in the fields. My dad made me go pick strawberries and some guy came over and got mad.... So we kept on riding and finally we got to the end of it and had to listen to my dad's bad judgement and ride another ten miles on Truck Central Road, USA. And yet to come, I got another flat so we stopped at a small saloon and got a drink while Mike was asking people for rides and finaly got one. So my dad had to go to Watsonville and get the car and get me and mike at the soloon. Then we went to San Juan Bautista and saw the mission and had lunch went to see some property and then went home.

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