Nighttime Adventures

When I was around in my early twenties, Frank, my best friend, and I would drive around South Bay after work. We would take off after work on friday, point to a random direction of the compass and drive for hours. When we don't have to be back right away, we would usually park the car and slept before we headed back home. We discovered a lot of interesting places, like Big Bear, Laguna and San Bernardino, because of our nighttime escapades.

On one of our nighttime drive we ended up in a park in San Diego. It was late at night and we were both tired, so we decided to sleep before heading back home. Frank slept in the back of the VW Bug with a blanket, while I slept in the front seats with my own blanket. The car was parked in second gear in a slight slope near the water's edge. I kept twisting and turning trying to find a comfortable position when I knocked the gear shift into neutral. Frank and I noticed that we seemed to be moving. When I looked up I saw we were slowly rolling towards the water.

Frank and I were frantically trying to get ourselves loosed from our blankets, which after our twisting around, wrapped itself around us like a straight jacket. We were close into going into the water when one of my foot was loosed enough to step on the brake. We parked in another section of the park away from the water, but we could not sleep after the incident. We decided to just watch the people jogging around while the sun rised on the morning sky. We went home afterwards, but we continued our nighttime adventures.