My Cousin Brad

Brad came. He’s my cousin who lives in Vancouver.
He’s been traveling the West of America, but he’s smarter than me; he drove a car.
He looked fine. He’s got tanned skin. He must have spent lots of time on Californian beach.

“What you’re doing it awesome, even though I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”
I told him about this “My Great America” project, pursuing the “True America”. He said ‘Great’ but I could read from his expression on his face that what he really wanted to say was “Whatever”
He’s been in USA for 2 weeks. He spent 400 dollars in Vegas. “I didn’t lose anything” he said, “plus, I had lots of fun!”

I told him to take me to a place where I can repair my bicycle.

I'm sure I can't find it within 100 mile radius.