Yesterday I had to go to court in San Jose. I don't particularly enjoy going to court, since it involves a non-trivial amount of driving, a temporary suspension of the business casual dress code, and once I get there I usually don't do anything but stand around and look pretty (and let's just say that while I'm a Viking when it comes to standing around, looking pretty is not on my short list of professional skills).
But, I must say, that the hardest part about going to court in San Jose is seeing the freeway sign for Santa Cruz and ignoring the voice in my head that says "Just keeping going, man. Just keep going."
I feel the same way whenever I see the ramp for the 85 when visiting Julie's family.
One of these days we should do a weekend in Santa Cruz!