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Stories by Mike Humfreville

Old Dirt Roads    ( Posted August 30, 2003 )

I first drove a car back in the '50's. La Crescenta, California was just a dusty settlement on the slopes of the San Gabriel Mountains back then. Mom took me down near Verdugo Park. Honolulu Avenue, now a paved and curbed thoroughfare, was then an unused single lane dirt trek. There was an old oak tree in the center of the road. I was ten years old and proud as hell to be behind the wheel. A boy thing, I guess.

In 1985, Michael and Kevin were 8 and 6 respectively. We were living in a hut at Las Cuevitas, a couple of miles beyond the north end of Bahia de Los Angeles. It was 12 miles to the village from our hut. The road clung to the shoreline then, passed only a few simple homes built right up next to the beach. Its surface was hardpacked earth mixed with the sand, blown from the shore by the common easterlies found during the mid-afternoons of summer. The road was just a simple ribbon carved from the surrounding desert scrub brush and cacti. It was smooth and winding and varied in elevation only a few feet at the most. Very few cars or trucks traveled that road; it went only out toward our hut and stopped there. We could see the dust of another vehicle coming for miles.

The boys always looked forward to the drive into the village. The road itself was a fun ride in their eyes, with all the bouncing and twisting and the dust trailing across the horizon behind us in the old Land Cruiser. Eventually they asked if they could drive. I'd already been waiting, begging for this time with my eyes in reverse, gears into the past, reverse if you will. Their legs weren't long enough to reach the throttle and brake and still see out the windshield. So I put Michael on my lap, used my own legs for the foot controls, and let him do the steering. That was what they meant by driving, just the steering. I guess that makes sense as steering is the most visible activity to a young boy in the back seat.

It was great. Over the first few attempts, the boys were all over the road and off more than on it. But there was nothing more than open desert alongside and we were moving at a mile or two an hour. Michael and Kevin named the track "Old Rocking Horse Road." As experience improved their techniques I accelerated a little faster. This went on across summers for many years. Soon they were driving on their own and, later, trusted to venture into the village on an errand alone or just the two of them.

That road no longer exists. When folks settled along the beaches north of town the road was deemed private. It wound through their yards and what they considered their personal beaches. They closed it and built another, straighter and wider version, further inland and not nearly as fun to drive. "That's progress." Someone said.

Recent folks to the area call the new route the La Gringa Road.

Our boys know otherwise.

Copyright 2003-2006 Mike Humfreville

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