I like to rip on OC as much as the next guy, but where else can you ride your bike along the beach to your friend’s gourmet taco truck for potato taquitos, a mushroom burrito and a strawberry hibiscus aqua fresca and on the ride back, see 2 Telsa Roadsters, a Fisker Karma, a shit ton of tiny penis (Ferrari/Maserati/Porsche/Aston Martin) douchebag cars, almost run over both a snake and a jackrabbit, and see a dude wandering around a parking lot playing a banjo? Not bad for a little morning exercise.
