We had just arrived in Ventura and my dad wanted to go look around "the village." Casey and I told him to leave us alone because we were exhausted from the trip (even though it was only five hours). But my dad says that he does all the heavy lifting and he's the one that should be tired. We tell him to go on without us. He finally convinces us to go when he says he'll buy us dinner. We usually have to pay if we go out to eat. I told him I would go- mostly because I was too lazy to make my own dinner.
We ended up agreeing to go to a place with chili dogs to cheese burgers. I ended up getting a BLT. It was probably the healthiest thing on the menu. It was pretty good, but the lettuce tasted a little deep fried. After we ate my dad started to ask the guy that worked there all about what there was to know about Ventura and the best places to go. Then we decided to take a quick walk on the beach.
We walked through a parking lot and I saw an old blue Honda Civic. My dad used to have a 19 year old beat up Honda Civic that I totally hated. It smelled like mold and had real mold in the trunk, its seats crusty from years of spilling food on the seats, and only God knows what was under the seats. Luckily I got my dad to buy seat covers, but that's a whole different story. Anyway, it got crashed a couple months after we gave it away. I was really scared and thought this may be the real version of the movie Christine. I hadn't seen the movie, but Dad told us about it along time ago during a bonfire. For those of you that don't know, Christine is like a ghost car that kills people.
Of course I get really scared over the stupidest things. For example, my dad made us watch some old movie called "Harvey" a while ago. It was about a giant invisible rabbit and a guy at a mental hospital. It was really cheesy, but it made me stay up all night thinking about invisible bunnies attacking me. You get the point.
After joking about the ghost of my dad's car coming to kill us, we walked on the beach. We threw some rocks and pieces of driftwood into the ocean. The waves were huge. No wonder you weren't allowed to swim there. We decide to head back. We walked over the hills of Ice plant and were almost to the parking lot when we saw tire tracks in the sand. We laughed about it some more and walked back to the boat to watch Magnum p.i. and tried to forget about the Honda. (It's after me - I know it!)