Pismo is the only beach in California that allows vehicles to drive on the sand. And we have seen that available off-roading and camping space shrink in previous years. So, following my installation of the Mopar Cold Air Intake, I put the kids in the Jeep at 6AM and drove up to Pismo in time for enjoying lunch on the beach.
I thought the kids would be more surprised of our driving right onto the beach, but to them it all seemed normal for some reason. I was excited as all of my previous trips to Pismo were mainly focused on motorcycle riding, but this would be my first run in the dunes with the Jeep.
But before we get there...let's back up and note that traffic in Los Angeles has only gotten worse. My original plan was to take the 405 North to the 10 West and drive the coast North through Malibu and up into Ventura. That plan was altered by stop-and-go traffic, so I quickly jumped onto the 90 West and headed into Venice to take the streets, which was not much better for traffic.
Blowing Chunks in Buellton
I looked back and saw my little guy on the verge of a nuclear meltdown. Unable to determine the problem while in motion, I quickly found a safe place to pull off the road, which turned out to be this very cool organic farm. But without getting side-tracked, I pulled my little guy out of the back seat and before I could get him onto solid ground he was blowing chunks.
After a few minutes passed, I put MotionEaze (great for eliminating motion sickness/nausea) behind his ears and transferred him back into his seat where he continued sleeping. And in some magical way I pledged to smooth out the ride.
In the meantime, an unsuspecting couple stuck their white Silverado in the sand near the shoreline. It was not long before Mr. I'll Save You came to the rescue with his Raptor. His recovery plan for Mr. and Mrs. Unsuspecting was to pull them forward toward the deeper beach sand, instead of backwards onto the harder packed shoreline. With a quick and heavy foot, the Raptor was sunk into the sand and sitting on its frame.
Fortunately the yellow Silverado showed up to help save the day. At this point all three trucks were strapped together and not working in unison. Mr. Bumble Bee in his yellow Silverado eventually stuck himself in the sand as well. Fortunately Chevrolet does not offer that yellow color any longer.
Brilliance finally struck the large crew and they decided to man-push Mr. and Mrs. Unsuspecting back onto the packed shoreline.
Kaelyn sat in the sand and watched in amazement as the event unfolded. She would occasionally ask me why I wouldn't help. My answer was that I was entertained and too busy taking pictures of the event. I think she was enjoying the show as well.
Alas, enters Mr. Black Smoke in his diesel powered white Ford FX4 to help end this story. However, it was not without help from the Lone Ranger and his shovel that helped to clear a path for the Raptor's removal.
Now that Mr. I'll Save You was no where to be seen and this couple was stuck deep, I felt compelled to help.
The first step was getting their tires aired down for better floatation. Second, hook up the tow strap from hitch to hitch. And third, was putting the Jeep in 4 Low with the front and rear axles locked. I used second gear and popped them right out of their predicament. They were delighted and I felt it was a nice way for the kids to see how we can help other people in need.
After the events on Pismo Beach, we drove up to Morro Bay to spend the remainder of the weekend. We spotted this Wrangler Rubicon Brute conversion on the streets of Morro Bay. Very nice. Would you drive it?