My plan for the day was to collect my friend with old photo album and head to the Newport Beach Vintage trailer rally. Seemed to be a perfect day ahead, then the phone call. Her ancient cat was wobbly and maybe on its last legs, she was staying home.
Okay, so I headed to Newport Beach solo, no problems, until I got close to the site. Apparently there is a big jazz festival all day and right across the road. Being Newport and the land of $$$, the RV place hiked their parking rates to $25!!!
I was hoping they were just trying to keep their parking lot from being overcrowded with Jazz fans. I pulled up and played the
"vintage trailer rally" card. $25 please. For the the old trailers?? Yes. I said no thanks and headed back home. I have seem many of these trailers before and was really there to socialize but not for $25.
On the good side, I got home to phone call and a new prospect is coming by to see the teardrop I am selling.
I am happy I was not there if and when Gage pulled up and they asked for $25. It is a very long drive, well over 100 miles, for him and he might have exposed his dark side.
For that $25 I could have spent the night at Guajome park, site of Spamboree, and gone in to San Diego and seen vintage trailers free.
Sorry I missed my friends though.
