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So while kick'n it in Oakland I hear about a folk festival in San Fransisco out at some middle school. I look it up on google maps and find that it is not that far from down town and where the BART train would drop me off. So I decide to bike. Maps don't always give one the scale of ones trek and it definitely did not fucking tell me about the hills. I've always heard that SF has some hills, I had no idea. I then planed to bike it over to a cool show in some hipster venue. Unfortunately I neglected to check exactly which 24th the venue was on. I end up doing this maddening trek. After probably 4 or 5 hills and two impenetrable parks I find myself in the middle of some crazy SF suburbs at nine-O-clock and very little idea of how to get home other than the direction of down town.The worst part was I was missing the show.
My only hope of navigating the labyrinthine streets of SF (seriously check out what the streets look like between point A and C) was to find a bus. I was able to find a stop and when hailed the first bus pulled over. I asked the Asian driver if the bus went down town.
"NO"
After a weighty silence he helpfully added"Munich!"
"Um... is that a bus?" I tentatively asked.
"NO DOWNTOWN!" He almost yelled while shaking his head.
At this point the only thing left to do was laugh. This whole situation was to ridiculous not to. I did quite a bit of cackling before the next buss came which, fortunately, was going to the mission district where there was a BART. On our way there we went over a hill that overlooked down town. All the lights were on it was beautiful. I then left my bike on the bus. The driver irritatedly honked several times before I realized.
I might be starting north soon.
P.S. Is anyone else compelled to spell buss with more than one S?
My only hope of navigating the labyrinthine streets of SF (seriously check out what the streets look like between point A and C) was to find a bus. I was able to find a stop and when hailed the first bus pulled over. I asked the Asian driver if the bus went down town.
"NO"
After a weighty silence he helpfully added"Munich!"
"Um... is that a bus?" I tentatively asked.
"NO DOWNTOWN!" He almost yelled while shaking his head.
At this point the only thing left to do was laugh. This whole situation was to ridiculous not to. I did quite a bit of cackling before the next buss came which, fortunately, was going to the mission district where there was a BART. On our way there we went over a hill that overlooked down town. All the lights were on it was beautiful. I then left my bike on the bus. The driver irritatedly honked several times before I realized.
I might be starting north soon.
P.S. Is anyone else compelled to spell buss with more than one S?