We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge again, this time skipping downtown and joining highway 1 to leave the city. Our intended destination, Big Sur. Soon after leaving San Francisco I noticed that the Buick's volt gauge was down from its usual solid seventeen volts. It kept yo-yoing all over the shop, red lights blinking on the dash like an a epileptic Amsterdam entrance. I optimistically thought it might be an instrument problem, but then the power windows stopped working. We were driving by the foggy cliffs of Big Sur, the stereo shut off to conserve power and hoping for a garage. It was six pm and things were a little tense. I found a garage in Cambria and fearing Parker wouldn't start in the morning I checked us into The Bluebird without shutting off the engine then drove back to the shop and parked it there.
Nine AM the next morning I walked to the garaged and chatted to the attendant with a name patch and a Mexican accent. He told me that a mechanic would take a look at it within the next few hours. I was right, the alternator needed replacing. A new part had to come from a nearby town. Even so were back on the road by three.
We drove for a few hours to Santa Barbara arriving near sunset for dinner and to check out the town. We decided to stay and bunked up in a cheap hotel just outside of downtown. We went exploring again in the morning then left for LA.
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