They go out and get a few rides, but it's not what they were expecting. They have to work that evening. Rave's one of em. Steve Philips is another. From their separate directions they head directly toward a golf course, turn onto an almost hidden track, wind up their windows and buffet and bump their way to the surf, across cattle grids and around a duckpond.
Rave is speechless.
But he can go either way, even then. It's one of those champagne, long summer evenings. Latitude 52 gets some long days in summer. But the climate spoils a lot of em. Not this one tho.