"When I lived down in Pedro, nearly every Sunday morning I'd get up early and fire up the 'B and charge off into the cool and salty ocean mist, down Portuguese Bend way ("Danger: Constant Land Movement" signs actually mean "Always Fresh Blacktop") to stop at Pt. Vicente and sit for a bit and watch the whales breach and get my head together and on the way back I'd pull into this little coffee shop to grab some warmup-joe and there was always this group of about eight, maybe ten, guys in there…"
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