World's Greatest Taco Bell, part 2

I shall name you Fritz.














Ride with me, Fritz, on a voyage to world's greatest Taco Bell.














Instead of hanging a sign, the Maverick Surf Shop spray-painted its name and logo on an abandoned truck by the entrance.














So this cherry-red Corvette Roadster belongs to a young Filipino guy named Chris, who's selling it because his kids are growing up, and he needs to pay the bills. Chris bought it from a pregnant lady in Concord who was becoming too fat to steer, and he spent about $10,000 fixing it up with images of Carlos Santana. Asking price is $15,000. I still have Chris's number if anybody is interested.












































That is not a video camera; it's a busted side-view mirror. Someone is a bit confused about technology.














These fishermen are so stoked about nets or whatever that they don't feel like talking to me.





























At a memorial for Jonny and Stephanie, who were killed in a car crash, someone has posted a big white sign that says, "Please stop littering here," to discourage the families from laying flowers.














Clearly, the billowing curtain is evidence that his girlfriend fled in a hurry. And the block of cement behind his tire is why the car didn't escape with her.





























Rockaway Beach.