Ever eccentric Montecito

So the other day I get a call from a very, I mean, VERY, good customer.  I thought they lived between Nyc, Sb, and France, but the call came across on a TX cell.  Why that even came into my mind I do not know.  I simply didn't recognize the caller when I picked up I guess.  Anyway, they wanted directions from Vegas to SB, the back way, via Pearblossom Hwy, 126, and so on.  They remembered that I had a pad in the former boomtown and used to drive quite often.  I ended up texting them simply because they were already en route in the new Maserati he won at craps.  The only one in the Usa.  Or was it a Bmw, can't remember? Next day they came by the shop to show it off, and to buy a matching Javits hat for her while the top is down. What's not to love about the eccentrics!