Our car got a big rip in the rear window, and it was half the cost to come to Suquel, near Santa Cruz, to get it replaced. I was listening to the Columbia disaster news on the radio and missed the 101-85 turnoff and lost 20 minutes.

Three Miatas pulled up to Serious Auto [2] at the same time -- me, a guy from San Jose named Howard with a '97 needing an adjustment to his new roof, and two young women who bought electroluminescent switchable blue-green instrument panel backings.

Inside was half weird custom parts mostly with Japanese labels, all neatly arranged, and half tables covered with computers, switches, and routers. Since I was late and Howard was headed back, I forwent the promised ride and got a lift with Howard to beachfront Capitola. Howard was last here in November, when the big excitement was a pair of dead seals washed ashore in a storm. Thanks Howard!

I got 31ASU and never saw the antenna, but when I went behind a sea cliff [2] it switched to a distant cell tower and lost GPRS, and even though I went back and stood practically under the antenna, I had to rebvoot the Rf module to get it back.

I watched the waves at a jetty [4] and looked back at a pastel motel by the sea [5] [6] and then used my Hiptop to get directions from mapquest the Capitola Books Cafe that my wife found. It was about a mile, and on the way I passed a very tall, very rickety railroad bridge over an inland waterway [7]-[12] to arrive at the Book Cafe [13]. A little thin on the menu in the cafe, but it's homey and quiet, and next door to another Cingular/T-Mobile cell site in a parking lot, so I've got a good signal.

1:00 now -- time to call to see if the car is ready!

P.S. I forgot to include Ristorante Il Pirata [13][14] down by the water.