I am considered by some to be a Crazy-Ass Cracker, but if we drop the pretenses of racism, I survived my own Trayvon moment a few days ago.

I was trying to find a horse ranch along a narrow two lane, winding road with no shoulder in an extremely wealthy rural area of Ventura County. The GPS on my Ipad mini is nearly impossible to read in direct sunlight and this was a day of record setting heat and intense sunlight. I noticed I had passed my objective and pulled over onto the gated driveway of a rich man’s estate to recalibrate my GPS. The sunlight was preventing me from getting a good reading, my AC was set at Mach 1, and my radio was belting out Merle Haggard with enough volume for a legally deaf man like myself to hear classic music.