I texted people to let them know I was late. When I got there, everyone was dressed as a fairy. The person leading (the lampshade music bike people) was taking their time. I got a pic with people I knew. I looked around to see who else was around before walking to Mandela to wait.
I got really good photos as the ride approached. We rode to Peralta on our way to Bushrod Park and at MLK or market. The ride got cut in half so at 55th. I did circles making sure everyone took Shattuck street. At Bushrod Park there was a roller skate girl who I was impressed with.
One of the people from Butter gave me a glow bracelet. Some Butter and CRAP ride people stopped through. The SFans introduced themselves. An SFan had a friend in town and he introduced everyone. There were fire spinners and jugglers.
The ride headed north from there to Gilman. I got a little wacky. There were about 800 people, but I didn’t count. We made a few turns but at Gilman headed to Golden Gate Fields. I went to the flag and found the SFans with a few Butter people. I saw a lot of other people. We all chatted about a lot of stuff. The SFan with a friend who was visiting lost his friend. The CRAP ride people I knew were at the baseball diamonds’ vendor area.
When it was time to go, the flag took us over the new bridge and up Virginia. I chatted with am SFan about an engineering firm in SF I knew because because he was working on a project at MTC. I ended up miraculously on the same train as the SFan crew. We transferred at MacArthur. I mistakenly got off at Powell.
I had leftover pizza at home.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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