9/6: We had just gotten out on the 101 after a wonderful lunch in Ferndale, when we caught up to a pickup truck with a motorcycle in a trailer behind it. Hanna, who was driving, didn’t want to be behind the truck, so she drove passed it. But only a moment later, the pickup truck passed us again. It probably was a hard hit on his masculinity, that a small silver Toyota Camry with a girl behind the wheel drove faster than him.
This got Hanna into a rage. Those macho men. For a while, she wouldn’t stop talking about American men, according to her the source of all evil in the world. Wars, Las Vegas and golf courses.
Her speech kept me laughing all the way to Avenue of the Giants.
Katja Malmborg 