We expected the Castroville Artichoke Festival to be a Northern Californian agri-cultured experience.
It turned out to be street fair meets biker rally with a little fried vegetable tossed in for good measure.
When cops started escorting kids in R.I.P gang t-shirts out of the park, we felt maybe it was time to move on.
I love me some artichoke, but you can't fault a girl for setting boundaries.
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