Day 15: Paso Robles CA -> SFO

 Paso Robles lies on US-101.  San Francisco International Airport also lies on US-101, a tad under two hundred miles to the north.  Ergo navigation is not an issue.  However, thee Nissan ov Doom told me I had two hundred miles of petril to empty and, because I didn’t wish to fanny about hunting for a petril station not operated by robdogs anywhere near the airport I did that “pay upfront to bring it back empty” thing.  Eight miles-worth of petril seemed a bit of a small margin.

US-101 is a multi-lane highway, thobut, and rarely came to a complete standstill and because I was not in any great hurry I deposited thee Nissan ov Doom back with Mr Hertz with 48 miles to empty.  Said vehicle also has a feature whereby you can save the petril consumption figure from the last bit of driving you did.  The saved one reads 99.9 mpg, this being the descent from Whitney Portal back to Lone Pine yesterday 🤣

With US-101 suffering a dearth of rest areas at which to waste time I got back to SFO two hours before thee Nissan ov Doom was due to be returned to its owner of record.  And seven hours before Mr Branson’s Shiny Plastic Birb is due to waft me back over the Stormy North Atlantic to the land where roundabouts live in fear of Gam-gams with tins of paint.  Though I know from experience that there's a bench under the little clockwork train station at the Rental Car Center (sic) where you can sit in the sun all afternoon if need be.

So that’s what I did.  Now sitting at Gate A2 where there is, as yet, no æroplane parked.  Hopefully the driver will keep his foot down again because changing at Finsbury Park will not be fun if the Queen Vic is jammed to the rafters…