Part 8:
The Del Mar Train Station:
the Return of the LadyLiving in La Jolla, NOT Los Angeles, Bruce enjoyed the summer with his friends.
His new found friends at the Mac Meda party on the 4th kept him active for
a while,
but then July boiled into August, and Kim came back from Italy.
They talked on the telephone, smoldering words, and they agreed that she
would come down on the Amtrak train and Bruce would meet her at the train station in Del Mar.
This is when the train stopped in Del Mar! Before the Del Mar City Council, in its wisdom,
nixed the train, nixed the tourists, nixed the income to their fair city.
No longer a whistle stop, now a recipient of the flowing wind off the California Coastal Express.
as it speeds along the bluffs and racetrack to wherever it is that it goes.
So Bruce drove up the coast highway to meet Kim at the station.
Bruce waits at the Del Mar Train Station
the Machine. His 45 mile per gallon vehicle that could squeeze into any semi-parking spot in La Jolla.
The car that took him to Los Angeles and past -- to Malibu and Rincon and up to Santa Cruz and Little Windansea
but not to Los Angeles for the job with her father: the summer job at the Office. But she would understand. Love conquers all. Passion closes wounds. Most of the time.
Kim had spent June and July in Florence and Milano with her relatives. Postcards to her family
in California and to Bruce in La Jolla. This was before cut-rate long distance service, cell phones
with video and the internet. She thought he was commuting for part-time work in the 3rd World City
called L.A. L.A. Woman. A hellhole in the summer in the Valley, away from the coast.
L.A. Beaches? Slums. Crowded. Polluted. Alive with energy and smog. The abode of the Valley Surfer
Kim exits the train and looks for Bruce
Kim looks closer for Bruce, wondering where her man is?
watch out for the Mobstress
They see one another and rush to . . . . .
two months of building passion
BUT where is the new car from the money you earned this summer working in L.A?
Kim stands in disbelief, looking at the Machine, then at Bruce,
then back at the Machine. "I guess this means you haven't gone to work
for my father?" "No, I've been kind of busy, I haven't got around to it yet?"
Well when?
Yet??!! What the heck has our Hero been doing the past two months?
Surfing? Maybe Wenching? Maybe Homegrown? Certainly not in Los Angeles
working for the Man and making some money so he can afford to buy a new car to squire
his Lady around in! What the hell is going on?
The Look on this Lady is not something you ever want to experience. EVER!
this thing needs to be started with a wire to the battery!!!
The Machine is so rusted from being parked next to the beach for its life
that the ignition wire has corroded and it has to be started with a wire from
the starter to the battery, or by a jump start off a small decline.
the Machine leaves Del Mar and heads toward the Torrey Pines Grade
medium shot on the Argument
Instead of words of foreplay, they exchange words of noplay.
Serious, Intense, Deadly, Dissoluting.
close on the Argument
the Argument spills out into the street
Never argue with an intelligent woman, you never win.
Never argue with a stupid woman, you never win
With the former, you can not deceive them,
with the latter, they can not understand your Argument.
Either way, you end up losing your car.
Bruce leaps the fence
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