It’s Friday afternoon, the air is balmy and I’m once again dreaming. Every so often I find myself thinking of road trips. Indicative of the classic American road trip, my mind keeps wandering to California in summer; the Big Sur, bright road signs, the blazing sun unbroken by clouds and long drives along the highway. Though I’ve been to San Francisco and LA, I’ve never actually done this journey along the coast, so it remains a constant idea to lust over. Spending all day looking at travel blogs and Cereal articles certainly isn’t helping. One day I’ll do this with a group of friends, my film camera and plenty of time to make stop at various places. That’s the dream anyway.