As anyone familiar with public transit can attest to, speedy is the least likely adjective you'll consider using in reguards to the trip. While enroot to the beach, Captain Gonzo was accosted by a bag lady, subjected to mental trauma in the form of gangster rap music, and damned to an eternity of unspeakable torture by a gaggle of Jehovah's Witnesses. But as you can see by the above posted digitized testament, everyone's favorite superlush--your's truly--surmounted the tribulation with nary a scratch. But, by this time, the Captain was in dire need of a fermented elixer to mend his ravaged spirit. Above is the entrance to the spring of life and longevity I patronized after my harrowing trek west.