No trip would be complete without a stop at a 50's retro drive-in for a chocolate shake.  And so we stopped at the Shuttle.  The jukebox required the Fonz's touch to keep it operating.  We also ran into someone selling ultralite aircraft in the parking lot... So many ways to have fun, so little time.

We made the run back to San Diego, and John back to Sebastapole, in record time.  Tomorrow it's back to the old grind.  Marshall called in to work just to see how much trouble he was facing on return.  His boss summed up the situation back at the office.  "What, you survived?  The betting line was running 2:1 against."