Over the years, I have had evolving patterns of cruising, usually a circuit just to get me out of real life for a half hour. I just mentioned in another thread that I used Time Sync, so game-time stays in real time. Now that I've made so many ENEX and IPL mods, I pretty much have a custom universe to play in.
The relaxation, oddly, comes from a rather militantly-adhered-to routine that's nearly tedious.
I begin in bed in my jammies with my significant other (Prickle Pine Safe-House Interior). I use the john, put on a sweatshirt, go downstairs and mill in the kitchen for a minute. I usually break here for coffee if I dont already have it. Then I go into the home office for a minute. At this point of the day I am usually checking emails and messages IRL. Then I put on my suit, grab the Colt and Uzi, and use the cell phone, then go outside and get in the golf cart to drive around back to the heli pad.
I then fly the heli over the bay south to some offices in San Fierro and mill around for about a minute just to look in my custom office, which is one I modded with lots of art and knick-knacks. Here there's a portrait of the president with his arms crossed glowering down at me, some nature paintings and a few risque 'tasteful art' paintings.
There is also an outside deck; I used the City Planning interior merged by ENEX to what I think is the San Fierro version of San Francisco's Metreon Mall by Lombard Street (in-game); the model is called 'lowmall' (#10052) and Metreon is considered to be an old eyesore, and is the only one I know of with terraces and a sky-walk over the street until it was torn down recently. I land the heli on a heli pad across the street, walk over, go in, and then go downstairs and exit to an alley by a loading door and drive to SFO. I get on the "101" going south. Since I listen to morning talk radio anyways, and usually start that before the game is even on, I can listen to live local San Francisco talk on stream while driving through San Fierro (or LA talk if in Los Santos). I get off the exit and drive to SFO, driving through the underground car-park to the airport 'apron'.
Here begins my fun part: flying my custom Lear to LAX.
I have User Tracks of Air-Traffic-Control chatter for each of the four airports/strips. Here I usually take a smoke break. After all, I've been flying or driving for ten minutes at this point, and likely stopped to shoot some jackhole that clipped my headlights while cutting in front of me, which likely led to a two minute detour to dodge the cops.
So sitting in my jet listening to the engines run over both SFO ATC chatter and local radio, I'll finish my smoke and coffee (and probably a coffee cake by now), and taxi to the runway. (I even learned the protocol for this, which is how I learned the runway signs in San Andreas actually make no sense at all and are just there for looks). When the cigarette is out, that's "Lear TreeSixNiner Clear for Departure" and off I go.
I like to fly/drive in First Person, which means I can't tell if the wheels made it up or down unless I switch view in the middle of take-off. My input devices have on-screen visual confirmation, and am ashamed to admit that when I toggled the Capslock to the Landing Gear, I even modded my keyboard to display an icon and message confirming the wheels are up or down when I hit Capslock.
One can only be in so many plane crashes because they mistakenly thought the wheels were down before they seek a solution.
Then I pick one of two routes to land at LAX, either going around west of Diablo/Chilead, or east over Montgomery and landing over Inland Empire.
By then, LAX ATC chatter is playing, I land where theres a chopper waiting (or Admiral, depending on whether) and make my way to Maze/Library Tower where my other office is. I have ENEXs everywhere, so there are several points of entry and exit. I use the building with terraces next to the tower, not the tower itself. So, typically from the helipad I put on the roof, sometimes the terrace, I will enter to a different floor of the City Planning interior. Here I converted the meeting/break room into another office with the same usual decor. I converted the Medic room to an executive washroom, so the first thing I do is use the john after a long trip.
(I know I could use the interstate and be there in five minutes if I race, but stretching it to 20 minutes with planes is more fun).
Then I go into my office where two business peds are already chatting, sit down and puff my cigar. This floor also has some vacation photos I took in Miami Beach, where I was lucky enough to stay at the same hotel Vercetti's hotel was modeled after, so its sort of an in-game Vice City joke to see the real-life hotel hanging on the wall. (Trivia: its from a Czeck architect of the Art Deco era who has several such hotel designs in Miami Beach, and also happens to be one used recently in the American Crime Story series on Versace's murder)
And thats my 25 minute near-daily routine, plus the trip back later in the day, which is only about 10 minutes since I skip San Fierro on the way back. I land at SFO but just drive back. My favorite part is driving up to my gate at night, because it means the real day is over, and its nice to pretend I am actually coming home to a huge gated estate in the pastoral outskirts of Marin County (and finally out of city traffic).
And then its home-sweet-Safe House.
I also like taking the boat out on weekends from a marina by the house I made in Robada
to one I made in Santa Monica
- and just letting the boat sit on the water as a clock-screensaver (since I am using Time Sync Tool) while CJ lounges on the deck.
Occasionally, I will drive with my 'spouse' over to Vegas. Unfortunately, I cant show the mods I made to the Old Strip, since they would be inappropriate lol.
Sorry, I couldn't find spoiler tags. And for mentioning mods. Its just that I spend much more time modding than actually roaming, so its sort of what I do.Roaming is how I get the ideas for things I'd like to add or change.
At least you got a story about how whacky some players like me are. That has to be worth something.