Sometimes Mickey Mouse is best. By Scooter Tramp Scotty
Part One
The girl lived in a trailer park on the northern outskirts of Los Angeles. She was “Trailer Treasure”, and so it was I’d come to stay for the past two weeks. Although this was not the heart of the city, neither could it be confused with countryside. Concrete ruled this place and traffic was often a nightmare. Still, we were a long way from sky scrapers and there were middle class American homes lining the side streets and cul-de-sacs.
She worked by day and often spent time with her grandchildren on the weekends which left me to comb the city in search of things to do. Car shows, local biker events and rides through the nearby mountains, across Mulholland Drive and through Malibu along Coastal Hwy 1 were common events.
