After being gone for almost 1.5 months, I had finally made it to the end of the Route. I took a photo and shot some video at the Santa Monica Pier, got my route 66 passport stamped then headed up the pacific coast.
I wasn’t ready to head home yet, far from it. I had mapped out some other destinations that I wanted to see. I really wanted to take my time, I had several video posts I had scheduled out, I was now premiering about a week or more in the past, as I had some followers who had found me once based on my route trajectory.
I had made it as far as California and trust me I seen all I needed to see there. Just pure filth and crime. I had some homeless guy try to break into my RV one night while I was at a state park.
I was sitting on the sofa with all the shades drawn, so it looks like the whole RV is dark from the outside. I was just working on editing and writing a blog post when I got a chime from the security system that the motion detectors picked up something. I clicked over to the security system hoping to see like a dog or cat or maybe even a wild animal. Nope just the indigenous Californian homeless bum. Soon thereafter I hear the lock on the side door being messed with. I reached into the bureau drawer and punch in the code and my handgun safe pops open. I quickly load the clip and rack one in the chamber. I also grab the baseball bat and hit the silent panic button so the police are on their way. I put my handgun in my back waistband just incase it becomes necessary for deadly force.
By now the person is really fiddling with the door and it sounded like they were using some sort of tool to get it open. I wait until they are close to the door and quickly unlatch it and knock them in the head. I then swung the bat connecting with their back and then again in the kneecap… they were down. I hear the police cars and see the lights. I quickly retreat into the RV and secure my handgun as it is illegal in Commie-fornia to have a CCW.
The police arrive and call the guy a medic as I probably broke his kneecap.
“Do you think it was necessary to beat him with a baseball bat” The officer asked
“He’s lucky I only hit him twice with the bat and once with the door, he was breaking into MY HOME!” I said as I raised my voice.
They asked me some more questions, which I told them any more and I would need to get my attorney on speakerphone. They wanted to know who’s RV it was, and why it was not in my name.
“It belongs to a blind trust, I have a trust to keep my Identity hidden” to which I provided the notarized documentation that I was the controller of the trust.
“What like you won the lottery” The office asked
“Yeah something like that, maybe. Nothing illegal, just none of anybody’s business”
I emailed them a link to see the 360 degree security footage showing him sneaking up trying the front cab doors and then the side door, him pulling hard on the door and then trying to use a pry bar to get it open.
“I had planned to stay for a week initially, but I will be gone after breakfast in the morning, seen all I need to see to know that this state is a literal shit show”
“Yeah, we can only do what we can do. We’ve arrested this guy at least 5 times for breaking and entering and theft and the courts keep letting him out. He’ll have a pretty good limp now… his knee is all jacked up. That’s what he gets”
True to my word, the first light of morning I got breakfast, unplugged the RV, put my awning in and did a walk around and was on my way out of there.
I decided that I hadn’t checked in and it was time to text my mom.
Hey mom, just leaving California
Probably gonna head up thru Portland Oregon,
then Yellowstone, then rockies
then back home
I call later,
Good story for you later
OK
Drive safe
don’t forget 2 call