|Dahlia checks out a temporary free Vespa to drive around Bay City|
with from the Docklands (206,110,25).
Daniel Voyager had been telling readers of his blog for weeks that the Bay City 6th Birthday Celebration was nearing. I counted down the weekends as it approached, eagerly awaiting my opportunity to see their parade and join in the festivities. On the day before the celebration, I took a friend to the Bay City New Citizens Incorporated (NCI) station to provide him with information about the area and to talk up its virtues. I was hoping to see him there the next day too...maybe even with another friend or two.
After he left with his information, I stayed around to make some calls to other friends. While there, I wandered down a block or two and found myself at an old gas station that provided free temporary Vespas to ride. I was delighted to see this because I love driving around on little Vespas. I find them easier to handle than most big old motorcycles. So I pulled one out, hopped on, and fired up the engine. I drove around streets in and south of the airport area, passing by plenty of retail shops and a cute toy shop called Bay City You Know For Kids Fun Toys.
Bay City was a virtual ghost town while I was there. Since the streets were so empty and I was having such good luck driving, I decided to take the Vespa out further to find the location where the birthday celebration party would take place the next day. I headed due east past the industrial shipping Docklands district area and along the trolley line toward the Ahern InfoHub.
Half way between Docklands and the Ahern InfoHub, I stopped on the side of the road to check my map. Beside me was a road sign that read: "Channel Island Mental Hospital. Linden Department of Medical Welfare." Underneath were the names of Governor Linden as Governor, and Cyn Linden as Director. I never knew the Lindens ran a mental hospital, I thought to myself. Just then, a woman just inside the gate said hello and asked if I knew anything about the hospital. I said I didn't about the same moment a man walked up behind her and led her away from the gate and back toward the hospital.
That was weird, I thought, as I watched them walk in the direction of the hospital building. I revved up my Vespa engine and drove off, peering back over my shoulder as I went. The next sim over had an InfoHub in it. Still having my chat window open to the woman asking about the hospital, I called her to let her know that she might be able to ask one of three people who were at the InfoHub. She thanked me and I sped off, continuing on my way to Ahern which was visibly right up the road from where I was.
The paved road ended where the grass of Ahern began, the InfoHub only steps away. It was full of people, so I stayed where I was and watched from afar. It had its usual number of people crowded together, some entirely too chatty and others forever silent. I guess it was a good thing; a good balance was struck that way. I turned the Vespa around and drove back the way I came, then veered off in the direction of where the birthday party would be the following day. Once I reached it, I hopped off the Vespa and made a landmark for returning the next day.
When the next day arrived, I rushed around in my usual manner: jobs to perform here, newly learned about shopping, gallery exhibits, and nature locations to check out and landmarks to make there, and friends to continually be calling along the way. I planned to go when the parade began. But as usual, I got caught up in my own routine, and before I knew it, I had missed most of the parade. When I finally reached the location where I made my landmark to the party, the last parade float had just pulled in. I stood with the editor of the SL Newser paper and another reporter at the end of the road waiting to see if any more floats might be plodding along down the road. My friend Ben5 Turbo joined me just as Daniel Voyager arrived himself as a great white flying dragon.
We all converged on the nearby outdoor party space where a dance was fully underway. I learned later that my friend GoSpeed Racer had DJ'd part of the celebration events, but exactly when and where I never entirely understood. I didn't see her at the party I was at, but I did see Sylvan Mole (one of the Linden Mole helpers). I was also very happy to have my photo taken with Angela Seale-Poultry, the newly crowned Miss Bay City Queen (I looked in tatters when standing next to her, I might add).
I couldn't stay longer to enjoy the dance, and after having also missed the parade, I'd really missed pretty much all the festivities for the Bay City Birthday Celebration. But all was not lost. I at least had a few moments to enjoy it, and I had the Vespa ride the day before to remind me what a wonderful place it was...that there were still things to discover there that I hadn't seen before, like that mental hospital! Last but not least, I could say that not all was missed, because I did have a chance to enjoy a prized Bay City Flop Dog from one of their mobile Flop Dog vendor trucks!
I took time enough to take Ben back to the Vespa shop in Docklands so he could see it for himself. We both tried to pull out Vespas to ride, but I crashed whenever touching the seat to get on my ride. Ben crashed too, so after the third time of unsuccessful trying, we called it quits and vowed to return another day when there was more time.
For those of you who have not yet been to Bay City, I do recommend it. It is a vast area of multiple sims all working together to create an integrated and active community of residents. There are all manner of events held throughout the year to enjoy and to meet others at. The parades are a unique feature of Bay City; few other places I have been have such events, so they are fun to see. I also like taking the automated balloon and trolley rides for sightseeing through the area, and for country music fans interest, I have seen a Grand Ol' Opry country music hall there as well.
|Dahlia stops on the roadside to check her map when she notices she |
has stopped in front of a Linden run mental health hospital.