We were in San Francisco a few weeks ago on a mostly freebie trip thanks to the fact that the wifey-poo continues to subject herself to work and apparently does pretty well at it because they put us up in the Four Seasons, which is pretty good because in San Francisco it can feel like four seasons on any given day. We had 70 degree weather in the middle of February for part of it, too. I don’t attribute my Karma to that portion of the trip. I’m just thankful my karma didn’t trigger a 17.5 Earthquake that swallowed the entire city into an abyss and made Oakland the premier tourist attraction in the Bay area. Now that would have been biblical and par for me!
Our location was optimal. Instead of having to wait for two hours to pay $5 each way to ride the trolley with all the other stupid tourists, we just walked to most areas. Going straight up and down those damn hills reminded me that in the old days back in the 80s when I had far less broken bones and other accidents, I used to inline skate on these very streets…without my brakes! I’ve even gone down Lombard in them. No wonder I have so many stories; I have done so many stupid things.
One night we went clear out to the Coast and ate dinner at the Cliffside. It’s an old restaurant that is situated right against the ocean cliff. Finally, something in the world is named appropriately. I mean, we went to the birthplace of the “Summer of Love” on Haight St. A bit ironic, isn’t it? But I digress…
We took a taxi to get out to the Cliffside and it wasn’t exactly cheap because it takes awhile; there are no freeways to get you there. Our cab over arrived late and it cost us around $25. After dinner we ended up taking a cab which had shown up for another couple who seemed to have disappeared. (Don’t tell anyone I pushed them off the cliff to get a faster cab…I’m sure though the surf is cold they’ll be fine after a brief hypothermic stint. It’ll be good for their blog material later. Sheesh.)
Our cab driver proceeded to screech the tires and fly out of there as if he’s watched Steve McQueen in Bullitt too many times. And as he’s weaving around cars and taking one way streets the opposite way to save time, he’s telling us all about how he was in the Jordan Army as a fuel driver. Great. He even had a fighter jet from Israel launch a missile to destroy his tanker once. He jumped out before it hit and survived. Great. The whole time he’s driving 80mph down streets with traffic lights and zoned for 35mph he’s only half watching what he’s doing as he tells us his tale. Great.