Here we are in a delusional post swim, sunstroked car dance.
OMG! They put up a chain and we can't get over or under or around. And we can't pick the lock. And we can't call the police...thank goodness for these guys on motorcycles. M. waved at them and plaintively said "Heeelp, we are stuck."
So they backed the car up an embankment and through some boulders and to freedom! We were so thrilled and yet it was a little awkward. They wanted to get away from us silly city ladies and back to joyriding on their Harleys.
Here we are in a delusional post swim, sunstroked car dance.
OMG! They put up a chain and we can't get over or under or around. And we can't pick the lock. And we can't call the police...thank goodness for these guys on motorcycles. M. waved at them and plaintively said "Heeelp, we are stuck."
So they backed the car up an embankment and through some boulders and to freedom! We were so thrilled and yet it was a little awkward. They wanted to get away from us silly city ladies and back to joyriding on their Harleys.
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