Wow, what a fantastic day. We got over to SF around 11:00 (had to stop at Woody's Cafe on the way for coffee and a day-old chocolate croissant so we didn't keel over from low blood sugar - we've found we can manage maybe three miles on an empty stomach, max), took BART to Embarcadero Station, hoisted the bikes over our shoulders and climbed up two ( Read more... )

I wound up sprinting half a block this morning to the bus stop to catch the 1R. Not wanting to be rude and push ahead of the people who'd already been waiting at the stop, I put myself last in line to board, only to be met by the driver holding out her palm, saying, "There's not enough room; there's a 1 right behind me and you'll have to catch it ( Read more... )

Dear NextBus.com,

Please work better.

Crankily yours,
     Lexica, who would have missed the bus if she'd paid attention to your arrival prediction

An hour ago, Pirate and I had a block-and-a-half sprint for the bus (he was coming in with me to get some errands done early ( Read more... )

Now that the 'Amry is dead, spiritualmonkey and I have been exploring our options for getting around. We've been walking a lot (wow, do I need new shoes with better soles and arch support) and taking the bus a lot, but those don't help if one needs to, for instance, go to the Costco in Richmond to stock up on a year's supply of paper towels and fish oil capsules ( Read more... )

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