Monday, March 06, 2006

The PCH - Chapter 4

Saturday July 10, 2004
Arroyo Grande, CA


Last night, I fell to sleep while writing in my journal. My handwriting just sort of trailed off into a worse scribble than my normal bad handwriting. I finished the entry when I woke up in the morning. I guess a day riding 555 miles on a motorcycle is somewhat exhausting. Who would have thought?
It is cold here in Arroyo Grande. Last night it was absolutely freezing when we returned to the hotel after dinner. This morning it is still freezing. The July ocean breeze cuts right through you.

The Pink Flamingos are dragging a little this morning. We did not get up at 4:00a.m., but we are up and showered, packed and checked out the Arroyo Grande Econo Lodge by 8:00. I pull the door to room 117 closed behind me and mount up.

The hotel desk clerk tells us that there is a cafe just down around the corner...Francisco's!

From the outside, it looks just like an old Country Kitchen, though Country Kitchen has long since abandoned this property. Francisco has taken over.

Oddly enough Francisco's also looks like an abandoned Country Kitchen on the inside. It has a counter with stainless steel stools covered in pock-marked red vinyl. You can peer into the kitchen through a window behind the counter. The standard stainless steel ticket wheel stands proudly in the window with orders hanging. One of the cooks tosses some plates into the window, pulls a ticket and spins it around to the next ticket. As a waitress darts through the door, the swinging door at the end of the counter whips open and closed, open and closed several times before it comes back to rest in its closed position. Saturday breakfast at Francisco's is an active place!

As the glass door of the restaurant closes behind us, many heads turn and stare at Smitty's assless chaps. I don't know why I refer to them as assless chaps, since all chaps are assless. If they had an ass, they would be pants. It is the assless feature that makes them chaps. They are certainly assless and they have certainly drawn a few glances from the local patrons of Francisco's.

I would kill for a cup of coffee.

Fortunately I don't have to. The waitress you would expect at a place called Francisco's brings us steaming cups of coffee and eventually sausage, eggs and pancakes. The first real breakfast of the trip is road-trip, greasy spoon perfection and it causes me to blurt out to Smitty, "That Francisco cooks a damn fine breakfast."

His retort is, "Do you think Francisco is cooking this morning?"


And it is at precisely that instant, that I glance through the swinging tavern-style door into the kitchen and see a very large hispanic man scratching his back with a spatula.

Mmmm, I love the local flavor.

Leaving Francisco and his multi-flavored and multi-textured spatula behind, we hit the road with stomachs full and our sites set squarely on Big Sur.

14 Comments:

Blogger MsAmber provided this enlightening comment...

I read both stories, but I'm only commenting once.
Lovely journal entries. Clam Chowder and beer-in-a-mug by seaside with a dehydrated, road weary state of mind. Those are the times that you try and take a mental picture to keep.
...and everybody was a-feelin' alright.
MsAmber

7:54 PM, March 06, 2006  
Blogger garrett provided this enlightening comment...

This just gets better and better!

Now it's no roll in the hay with PDD, but you know what they say: if a frog had wings, he wouldn't bump his ass on the ground every time he jumped.

7:57 PM, March 06, 2006  
Blogger PDD provided this enlightening comment...

I have no idea why my picture is not appearing.

8:35 PM, March 06, 2006  
Blogger FLAMINGO1 provided this enlightening comment...

MsAmber, those are the times I live for. It is at those times that you feel so alive.

Garrett, thank you for pushing me onward. I was very much looking forward to writing this entry. There is another entry on the horizon that I am now eagerly anticipating as well. Good idea or bad idea, it looks like you are going to get the full treatment!

PDD - glad you enjoy stories of chaps and spatulas.

Sweet Lady Jane - please say hello to Jim for me. I was equally greatful that I did not end up in that shallow grave. I had a blast. Come along next time and I'll show you the town!

Shannon - I have to say that I had never kept a journal before this trip. I am so glad I did. Reliving these moments through the journal have been almost as good as doing this. Even without the journal, I would have remembered those assless chaps.

By the way, the pictures that I am posting with these last 2 entries are pictures that I took. I had one camera loaded with color and the other loaded with black and white. I have to scan them in, but the quality still seems acceptable. I loved the pictures and I am excited about getting to share some of them.

9:12 PM, March 06, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous provided this enlightening comment...

I loved those chaps, and I miss them. Unfortuantely, the fact that they had no ass just exaggerated my already huge ass. Also, the chaps didn't survive the trip, but you'll hear about that later. Pinky, you are doing a great job sharing our story. Keep it up. I still can't quit you.

9:15 PM, March 06, 2006  
Blogger FLAMINGO1 provided this enlightening comment...

Smitty, don't jump ahead. We will be in Guernville soon enough.

Sweet Lady Jane - you won't regret that move! With God as my witness, I shall never shovel snow again.

9:36 PM, March 06, 2006  
Blogger Jay Noel provided this enlightening comment...

This really is so cool.

Just be happy the spatula wasn't scatching something else.

9:58 PM, March 06, 2006  
Blogger FLAMINGO1 provided this enlightening comment...

I probably seemed more gruff and motorcycle gang-like in real person, right???

Phoenix, thanks for the visit! I am not only happy that the spatula wasn't scratching elsewhere, I am also happy that I had finished eating by the time I saw said scratching occur!

10:58 PM, March 06, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous provided this enlightening comment...

Alright Flamingo, I guess your blog is not dead to me. I just can't quit you. However, it is always with a bit of trepidation that I click on the Born to Flock favorites button. I never know when a very disturbing image may greet me.

Anyway, I love the PCH chronicles. Since I have seen all of the rolls of film you have taken I hope you include many more pictures so everyone else can experience the ride. You have a great eye for the scenery (especially the lighthouse pictures). Keep up the good work.

7:16 AM, March 07, 2006  
Blogger PDD provided this enlightening comment...

Pinky has a great eye because he is a god. And with all gods, come great eyes!

Sweet Lady Jane:
At Pinky's age, it would be wise to avoid shoveling snow. You know what they say could potentially happen to one at such an age.

7:32 AM, March 07, 2006  
Blogger PDD provided this enlightening comment...

Oh and Pinky, hurry up. I want to see more pictures of your trip.

7:33 AM, March 07, 2006  
Blogger Bloodgood provided this enlightening comment...

Flamingo, I concur with all the others, another great entry! I have a special present for you, I will be mailing tomorrow.(its not a flamingo shirt....yet) Please let me know when you get it.

8:57 AM, March 07, 2006  
Blogger PDD provided this enlightening comment...

Beauty Cheeks, where are ya??!

2:39 PM, March 07, 2006  
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