Bike pile in the Lower haight

Saturday: Clement St. Pub Crawl
CrawlSF and Tom Roche Present: The 2nd Annual Clement Street Pub Crawl
Saturday, August 28, 4-8PM
more details: link

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Saturday: Free Outdoor Film
Rear Window (1954)
Union Square 8PM or dusk
No bike valet parking that I am aware of, but uncertain =)
More info: sfneighborhoodtheater.org

Sunday Nopa Velo ride

NOPA VELO To Russia With Love, of Pastries Ride

Sunday, August 29 Meet: 9-930am at Peet’s Coffee Start: 10:00 am sharp
End: About 12 noon

More info: bikeNOPA »

Sunday: North Beach by Night walking tour
this is my bike parked outside of specs – always a good time in that little gem bar
just the fact that it begins here, gives me a good feeling. and that is the get-to-know the real North beach, baby. Say hi to Carol Doda if you see her walking around the neighborhood as well =)

Meet in front of Specs Cafe, 12 Saroyan Place -Columbus next to Tosca Cafe.
Sunday, August 29
7 pm | FREE
more details: link

Sunday
It’s a Race For Space….man
August 29th at high noon
soilsaloon.com »

This is from last Friday.
San José Bike Party in the house. This little film is when the ride had just started, around 4th and E Santa Clara St.
**ding-ding** BIKE PARTYYY

While waiting to be seated inside Weird Fish the other day, there was a whipper-snapper with skinny ass jeans and a trendy messenger bag, and he walked right in front of me straight to the back, wrote down his name +his party of 3. I though maybe he was getting food to go.
Nope.

Shortly after, I asked the waitress if there was a waiting list, I also mentioned I had been standing there for about 5-10 minutes (this place is tiny), and thought it was weird no one had acknowledged me but, assumed they were just busy.
She said something like:
“Our PROTOCOL is not to sit people down, we have no hostess, so you walk yourself up and the list is up there.” Signaling towards the back of the restaurant and with tremendous sass and highly-annoyed energy.
“Oh I see” I said.
Given that many times before, they have taken my name, phone number included, just in case I wanderlusted around the sidewalk. And I have enjoyed this place plenty, and many times before. I don’t judge upon one poorly mannered staf member, so on with the evening.

Easy. I’ll just take my business somewhere else.
No big deal, really.

So instead, my dinner partner and I went to La Oaxaqueña, where I can shoot the shit, no waiting lists required, talk to all of the staff, and even get some music from these well mannered gents, on the house, upon whatever I request because I know the lyrics to all of the songs they are playing. Now that is a PROTOCOL.

¿Cuál quieres, guapa?

Music, Beans and Oaxacan cheese over some wannabe-fancy-mean waitress?
Anytime.

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Later that night, we ran into a bit more of a larger-scale, real weird fish in Potrero Hill.
Always a big sign that burning man is around the corner =)
woooot.

Monday, August 23rd
Weather: 85°
Time: 12:30AM.
Hot.

Blue bench. Blue beans. Blue bike. Cadillac.

Now that the frenchie is getting her much deserved down time, I must say it that it has been pretty fun riding the smurfette all over the city. Especially the big hills. The ones I usually ride my way around them often over a mile, so that I avoid walking them.

This is the cutest little market in the north-east side of the inner richmond, on 8th and California. The don’t have the biggest yogurt selection (life-saver for an caffeinated abused stomach), but you can find dirty -in the good way- fruit, french little soaps, picnic items, fancy crackers to impress your picnic friends, naked-brand coconut water little packs (I had no idea such things existed) and etc. etc.
And did you know they have Blue Bottle drip coffee? Well, now you know.
When my friend muffin introduced me to this little gem market a few years back, I knew that is some vital info that I just wouldn’t forget. Comes in handy more than often…

While everyone goes ballistic over the hot summer days, I still love the mid50° foggy summer days. I mostly stand alone but that is fine. As long as I have my coffee, the weather truly could be whatever it wants.

These snaps are from sometime last week.

On this morning
I yelled ‘HOLA’ to my buddy that hoses down the bar big plastic mats, which was funny because I was at that bar, the night before with my girlfriend for an evening drink.
He said ‘hola, chica’ without even looking at me. He knows the bike bell.

I chatted with an older beautiful man reading the paper. He said that I could have one of the sections so I could catch on local events. The photography quality was fascinating, he said.
I thought that was sweet. He was wearing the most pristine crisp white linen shirt. What attention to detail I thought, I was for once too slow to ask him to take his picture, I’m sure if it was post-coffee, I would have no troubles asking him so.

Oh look, money grows on cement.

I’m spacing out sippin’ my coffee made by the all-women-staff this morning. Blue bottle, I love your boys-staff, but all the gals in the AM sometimes is just a plain awesome energy boost =)
Right about then, this sweet guy rolls up on his bike and greets everyone good morning. Nice. We chat a bit over bikes and how this morning has been. Nice.

boy +his bike. linden +frenchie

I head to work and I get greeted by a lovely young woman. She reads my blog and that makes me my morning. ♥ She is based out of Hayes Valley and it’s pretty cool she says hello, being that is a few minutes after 8AM, I’m still a little space cadet myself.

Off I go to work, and off goes last week.
Good early bird times, San Francisco. Don;t turn the fog machine off please.
xxo.m