Post by wes on Nov 1, 2010 2:35:06 GMT -5
Ok it was official. Santa Monica sucked as far as ice rinks went. So The nearest one, it seemed, was located a few miles inland. Culver City, in fact. Nothing closer could be found and that ticked the Canadian boy off no end! After a hastily eaten meal Wes set off in his Cruiser convertible, determined to find a place to continue practicing his hockey...
* * *
Culver Ice Arena.
It sounded grand enough but would it live up to its name?
"Only one way to find out," he murmured and flicking the remote locking button on his key he headed inside the main entrance....
* * *
Hockey *classes*? Wes wasn't interested in classes... He wanted to find a local team to try out for. Sure, he'd found other high school squads and even the local UCLA had one but so far nothing else. It was enough to see him feel like ripping tufts of hair out of his head!
In less than good spirits he headed back to Santa Monica. Maybe someone at school might have a suggestion? The sport's coach maybe...? He was fast running out of other options!
He drove along the freeway and towards the coast. Without hockey he wasn't sure how he would survive living in California!
Wes took a right onto Ocean Avenue... and almost immediately screeched to a halt, slewing part way across the thankfully quiet section of road. The dog had come out of nowhere... He pulled over to one side and killed the Cruiser's engine, intending to wait until his heart rate came down to something more resmbling normal!
* * *
Culver Ice Arena.
It sounded grand enough but would it live up to its name?
"Only one way to find out," he murmured and flicking the remote locking button on his key he headed inside the main entrance....
* * *
Hockey *classes*? Wes wasn't interested in classes... He wanted to find a local team to try out for. Sure, he'd found other high school squads and even the local UCLA had one but so far nothing else. It was enough to see him feel like ripping tufts of hair out of his head!
In less than good spirits he headed back to Santa Monica. Maybe someone at school might have a suggestion? The sport's coach maybe...? He was fast running out of other options!
He drove along the freeway and towards the coast. Without hockey he wasn't sure how he would survive living in California!
Wes took a right onto Ocean Avenue... and almost immediately screeched to a halt, slewing part way across the thankfully quiet section of road. The dog had come out of nowhere... He pulled over to one side and killed the Cruiser's engine, intending to wait until his heart rate came down to something more resmbling normal!