NorCalVol67
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I vaguely remember singing “Beer beer beer beer beer beeeeer” to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner on Highway 101, dragging home through Marin County on Fridays after particularly fraught weeks.
The local radio station, forget which one, obligingly played The Toyes “Smoke Two Joints” at 4:20 on Fridays. I was just headed home for the beer beer beer, but it’s always nice to review the times-two tables while rolling along at 7 mph with a Ferrari in front and a Maserati behind, and motorcycles roaring up between the lanes two inches from my side mirrors at a respectable 40.
Tagging @NorCalVol67 in case you ever found yourself on 101 at afternoon rush hour.
I was pretty happy to switch to commuting by ferry, even though it meant leaving the house at 5:45 am and getting home at six-something in the evening. After all, it had a bar, and I could stay up in the bow, leaning over the rail, and getting drenched with salt water. With a beer.
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Is that in California Exié? So riding the boat in the morning would suck but evening would be nice.I vaguely remember singing “Beer beer beer beer beer beeeeer” to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner on Highway 101, dragging home through Marin County on Fridays after particularly fraught weeks.
The local radio station, forget which one, obligingly played The Toyes “Smoke Two Joints” at 4:20 on Fridays. I was just headed home for the beer beer beer, but it’s always nice to review the times-two tables while rolling along at 7 mph with a Ferrari in front and a Maserati behind, and motorcycles roaring up between the lanes two inches from my side mirrors at a respectable 40.
Tagging @NorCalVol67 in case you ever found yourself on 101 at afternoon rush hour.
I was pretty happy to switch to commuting by ferry, even though it meant leaving the house at 5:45 am and getting home at six-something in the evening. After all, it had a bar, and I could stay up in the bow, leaning over the rail, and getting drenched with salt water. With a beer.
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I remember times that I simply couldn’t merge on to the Richmond-San Rafael bridge to go home and had to drive all around the top of San Pablo Bay and come back down through But at least once I headed back down toward Richmond, I was going contra-flow through Vallejo and on 80. I would look at northbound cars in the opposite lanes and think, “poor barstidges.”A few times, but I had some pretty bad afternoon commutes. Berkeley to Russian Hill was brutal and Berkeley to Napa was beyond terrible. Berkeley to the Oakland Hills wasn’t much fun either.
Right, in the mornings we just wobbled on the boat, filling three decks, and dozed our way in to town. But the afternoon was awesome. I got off (technically) at 4 and had to bus across the city in a creature called a Bauer bus (did the same in the mornings), which took about 45 minutes and dropped us at the Ferry Building. I had about ten minutes to catch the next ferry back to Larkspur. Grab a cold Pacifico, head up to the bow, and let the wind blow away the exasperations of the day! And I really did get soaked with spray, but I could watch America’s Cup boats on practice runs and monster cargo ships headed out the Golden Gate.Is that in California Exié? So riding the boat in the morning would suck but evening would be nice.