May 11, 2025, Sunday.
Temecula, California.

I arrived on Tuesday. I was really tired. So first, I drove to Elm Street in Murrieta. There’s a truck driver friend who lives there. He told me about it. You can park your truck on this street. No one says anything.

I woke up at night, dropped the trailer, and first drove to Flying J. I took my shower. Then I drove to Irvine. I was going to visit my friend there. There’s a lot near him. I parked the truck there too. Bobtail.

On Wednesday, we went to the DMV. To the CDL DMV in Fontana. We waited in line for hours. Then the woman really disheartened me. She said I didn’t need my passport, but rather the certificate of naturalization issued before my passport. “Okay,” I said. “I hope I can find it at home.” We left empty-handed.

We also needed to change the Camry’s license plates and renew its registration. They don’t do these at the CDL DMV either.

There were normal DMVs nearby. We went to one of them. Again, we waited in line for hours. But we got it sorted. We took care of both the Camry’s license plates and its registration.

On Thursday, we went to Tesla. We bought a Tesla for Mesut. When I say bought, I mean, financed…