Arriving in San Diego was great. The bus beat EVERYONE in to town except Alex and Danielle who flew in when their Gallardo died in the Utah desert. We walked from the W to the checkpoint at the Santa Fe Station: The Patron Tequila Train.
The rest of the day is a blur of Thai food at the beach at the W, dinner with Claus and Rob at some seafood place in Gaslamp, racing pedicabs at 1:00am and fighting with hotel security to let me in to my room.
Yeah, San Diego kicked ass.