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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
When was the last time you went to North Beach or anywhere near the north of the city? I have a tremendous case of the wanderlusting rides, so even if it means riding 20+ minutes, often times I will take the longer route and loop around from Hayes Valley, to the Panhandle and then thru Pac Heights to end up in North Beach for happy hour in the middle of the week. Sounds crazy, but our city to be about 7 miles square, often so square, that so frequently I hear my peers say that they don’t get out and explore the outside lands of their neighborhoods and districts or they usual route.
Show me some curiosity and let me know if you have taken a different route recently, doesn’t have to be long miles or crazy hilly distances. All it takes is making an intentional unusual turn and then you will see you will possibly encounter something interesting and rather new.
Next ‘unpopular‘ neighborhood: who knows? stay tuned.
This is what a midweek-midnight looks like. More than often when riding home, from any direction, I ride alone. I don’t live in the most popular streets. I don’t live in the flattest areas, and you know what – I love it. Because I have moved around the city, and I have to love where I am. That is home.
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This week may perhaps be a good time to catch up with a ton of posts I have brainstormed and have been running around too much to sit down and do them.
So much running around, that a few days ago, my camera got tangled in my keys/caffeinatedhands/bracelets/idontknowwhat + I dropped it down.
and that hurt.
I didn’t think that it would make it. Down it went, felt like minutes instead of seconds. Sunday, after not wanting to face it, I was finally able to transfer the photos to the computer and noticed there is a huge blur, consistent, in the bottom right corner in all of the photos.
Anyways no big deal, I am sending in for repair. (Insert sad face here)
I do believe in fixing and repairing things, I’ve had outstanding customer service with Cannon before, so let’s see if that turns out okay. If not, then we will see.
I’ll keep you all posted.