Back at Bridge 19 campground.
Allen Zhang got in the car, settled his belongings, and started the pickup truck that had been idle at the camp.
Wearing DG sunglasses and chewing a piece of unknown brand gum purchased by Sieg, he blasted some pulsating West Coast music, gripped the steering wheel, and zoomed out of the camp.
It felt like flying. His skilled driving was finally being put to good use.
With the exhilarating push-back and the whooshing wind, Allen also turned on his phone's navigation system, driving past famous yet unfamiliar landmarks.
Hollywood, Disneyland, Universal Studios, Snoopy Paradise, Six Flags Amusement Park, Santa Monica Beach, the Lakers' arena from the 90s, Dragon Avenue, Perro Avenue, Sunset Boulevard.
"Is that Tom Hanks?"
As Allen passed the traffic light at the intersection on Star Avenue, he turned to see a luxurious convertible with a familiar face at the wheel—it was you, Gan.
