Towards the Golden Gate

Meanwhile, the regal rider and her stout-hearted sidekick sped through Sacramento towards Berkeley, headed for a student cafe renowned for its role as HQ to innumerable and riotous anti-war protests. Salinger was determined to get to the bottom of whatever-the-hell was going on. He figured his best chance of finding a quick answer was first to find Roland - Galactic Council outcast and old school chum who had more recently taken leadership of the free-love anti-war movement in Northern California.

"I need to pee" shouted Ginny over her shoulder and through the flapping mane of mahogany hair that relentlessly slapped the Captain's face as they roared down the highway. While he was waiting, Salinger remembered that he hadn't yet consulted his omnilog...

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