I escaped from San Diego 17 years ago and now can't even visit the city without a feeling of disgust. Smog, impersonal strangers, taggers, asshat drivers, nearly everything paved and visiting the mall passes as recreation for a large chunk of the population, crowds and traffic everywhere you go. Every day the same as the one before except for the two weeks called spring before the green turns brown for the other 50 weeks.
I got a sidecar to travel with my dog. He never complains, is delighted to be with me, approves of my dietary choices, is a social butterfly who helps me meet folks, appreciates a good beer, snuggles better than my wife, and hangs on my every word as if it's the most profound thing he's ever heard. TravelsWithBarley.com