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Wednesday, July 28th
7:43 am PST
Temperature: about 57°
Octavia street was fairly quiet on Wednesday morning. I often time see the workers already working to make a smoother surface perhaps soon, on Linden st. but for some reason they were not there today. I see the beautiful Ashley and we talk about some mutual events we have done and other city happenings.
My brain is getting misfired signals from my bellylands, and I have to comply, so I head west on Hayes st. and Octavia to get a little snack to eat later that morning. There are dogs. Dogs are everywhere like 7-11s. You turn a corner, there is a dog party. You sit to read at a park, there are dogs. More dogs than roaming teenagers in this town, that is for sure.
Patricia’s green smells pretty crisp and I can’t tell if the grass was recently cut (looks well manicured to me) or if the fog is just teasing my senses. Mind you I have a 4x latte in hand and I can’t quite concentrate past the smell of this morning love dose of blue bottle awesomeness.
I finish the coffee. Ride. Get a snack for later. Ride. Get more coffee.
Then eventually head to work. It is now 8:15am and the city is awake and alive, I’m still working on it.
After I got a quick 3ple americano at Peet’s last week, I threw my sturdy mug in my basket and off I went. I saw the posse of the local firemen that also happen to have a similar affinity with coffee around that time. It is just a tad after 7am.
I take different routes because I don’t like to have the same routine, but that happens all the time. I could be on divis, on hayes, on polk or on mason at any given morning just to add 3 miles before 8am. And just to go get coffee, even if I head right back home. Why not.
This particular morning earlier this week was just very nice. The weather was particularly high for a summer morning (mid60°s) and I got an almost choir-like ‘good morning’ from the construction crew on Polk near Jackson. As I was drifting off to space and looking at the clear skies waiting at the red light on California and Polk, I noticed this small old lady, walking towards me. I thought for a second she might have a cane and swing it at me for being a few centimeters into the pedestrian path. It has happened before.
Instead, I noticed her perfect red lipstick and with her biggest grin, she says to me:
“Good morning young lady”
“Why good morning good looking,” I replied.
I now have the sweetest happy feeling with a smile. She must be in her late 80s. Crossing California street and trying not to fall face first on the train tracks at the same time, seems like a huge challenge with only a few sips of coffee in my system. The surface is distinctively wet today.
I am almost at Market and 8th, when a very old guy on one of those bicycles that look like the lovechild between a camping tent and a 1963 Swiss Army knife, with two wheels. He is wearing what has got to be the oldest reflective yellow vest, a couple of old milk crates as panniers and a ton of little junk and stickers around his handlebars, and all over his frame.
“Well, those twist knots, have not seen those around much – I had those in my bike back in the 60’s”
He said pointing at the Frenchie’s quick release front knobs. I chat with him for a second while he is drinking a little orange juice pack he had just gotten out of one of his many pockets in his vest.
“Good day” and he continues southbound on 8th street.
A full dose of good energy from two particular senior citizens on the streets of San Francisco.
It is now 8:10AM and I head downstairs
Quite happy about this spring ahead time change.
Many years ago, I did show up to work an hour ahead early. I’m sure one of these years will happen again, with the exception that I haven’t worked on a Sunday in ages. I was beyond tired and still in school then. It was only me and this nerd with stinky breath that showed up early so, luckily I had my bike and went for a ride. At the time I had an old ‘beast’ of a bicycle but still took it everywhere.
That day I rode to north beach for some coffee since I was so early for work and to cool my jets. In 2004, there were no gourmet trendy coffee spots places near the downtown area. Cafe Trieste in North Beach and Atlas Cafe in the Mission, were my frequent stops in the early weekend mornings. Today I was reminded of this change in 2004 with an early morning, the company and north beach.
&coffee of course. Nice.