Dec Meme: John and Rodney on the GGB
For December Meme: SGA - What place in SF do you think John would take Rodney (a la Fair Trade 'verse) to that you haven't discussed yet in one of your fics. Why, and describe it for squidgiepdx.
Of course, as a bicyclist John knows lots of secret places in San Francisco, spots most car drivers don't know even about, and most pedestrians don't go to because they're too tedious. E.g., only the most determined walkers will hike to Heron's Head Park south of China Basin. John has to sneak his bike past the fence and keep to the north side to avoid disturbing the protected marsh, but it's well worth the view once he gets out there.
But when Rodney tells him he's only ever driven across the Golden Gate Bridge, zooming on past all that beauty when going up north and back, all bets are off. John makes Rodney pull out the shiny mountain bike he's only ever ridden twice, and to keep Rodney's bitching to a minimum, throws both bikes on the rack John installed on the back of Rodney's Prius and drives them part way.
It's a gorgeous day at Fort Point.
But it's still a steep climb on the path up to the Golden Gate Bridge, and Rodney whines that his knees will never be the same.
It's so worth it once they get on the Bridge, though. Because looking west is a view the tourists will never see unless they rent bikes and get on the western path. It's a long way down, and far below they can see the dark heads of harbor seals playing in the water.
"Oh, that is impressive," Rodney says when John points his attention north toward Hawk Hill and Sausalito.
"Except my nose is so cold it might break off any second," Rodney says.
"Fine, you big baby. C'mon, I know a great place for clam chowder in Sausalito. They make good fish 'n' chips, too."
Rodney sniffs. "In that event, I might just forgive you."
John squats down to tuck Rodney's cuff back into his sock where it's worked loose; he doesn't want Rodney's pants to get caught in his chain. When Rodney offers him a hand up again, John takes it; he's gotten pretty good at taking help when he needs it. He gives Rodney a quick kiss on his cold nose and then climbs aboard his bike.
"There's only one steep hill between us and the chowder," John says over his shoulder as he pedals away.
"What was that? John? Sheppard!" Rodney yells, and John laughs.
It's a good day.
End.
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Of course, as a bicyclist John knows lots of secret places in San Francisco, spots most car drivers don't know even about, and most pedestrians don't go to because they're too tedious. E.g., only the most determined walkers will hike to Heron's Head Park south of China Basin. John has to sneak his bike past the fence and keep to the north side to avoid disturbing the protected marsh, but it's well worth the view once he gets out there.
But when Rodney tells him he's only ever driven across the Golden Gate Bridge, zooming on past all that beauty when going up north and back, all bets are off. John makes Rodney pull out the shiny mountain bike he's only ever ridden twice, and to keep Rodney's bitching to a minimum, throws both bikes on the rack John installed on the back of Rodney's Prius and drives them part way.
It's a gorgeous day at Fort Point.
But it's still a steep climb on the path up to the Golden Gate Bridge, and Rodney whines that his knees will never be the same.
It's so worth it once they get on the Bridge, though. Because looking west is a view the tourists will never see unless they rent bikes and get on the western path. It's a long way down, and far below they can see the dark heads of harbor seals playing in the water.
"Oh, that is impressive," Rodney says when John points his attention north toward Hawk Hill and Sausalito.
"Except my nose is so cold it might break off any second," Rodney says.
"Fine, you big baby. C'mon, I know a great place for clam chowder in Sausalito. They make good fish 'n' chips, too."
Rodney sniffs. "In that event, I might just forgive you."
John squats down to tuck Rodney's cuff back into his sock where it's worked loose; he doesn't want Rodney's pants to get caught in his chain. When Rodney offers him a hand up again, John takes it; he's gotten pretty good at taking help when he needs it. He gives Rodney a quick kiss on his cold nose and then climbs aboard his bike.
"There's only one steep hill between us and the chowder," John says over his shoulder as he pedals away.
"What was that? John? Sheppard!" Rodney yells, and John laughs.
It's a good day.
End.
[All photos mine.]
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