My Opera2 for 4
Monday, July 3, 2006 4:50:44 PM
From: San Rafeal
To: Fres-yes
Miles: 225
MPG: 49.9
After a few relaxing days in San Rafael, we ventured into the wilds of San Francisco to meet John and Monica (HBS friends) for brunch. Forgetting that the World Cup started at 11:30, we found a great restaurant for brunch, only to be blasted out by the Euro soccer fans just after we ordered.
For the past few days, Jessica had been complaining about a lack of “stupidity” – read: any of Jon’s weird tourist sites. Trying to rectify this, we headed over to the “Escape From New York” pizza shop at 508 Castro for the “San Francisco Style Polka Hall of Fame.” Those more familiar with SF will probably pick up on the problem immediately (John and Monica thought it sounded funny, but we were undeterred.) Castro is a very, very gay neighborhood and stereotypes aside, we are (in retrospect) pretty sure the locals are way too hip to condone anything as un-hip as polka. Damnit, someone lied on the net and pulled a fast one on us! At least we got to see the Castro district. Is that striped flag the SF city flag or what?
Chins up, we got back on the highway and headed to Oakland to see a collection of the doggie-head diner signs. There were none to be found. We were clearly on the wrong side of the tracks with nothing interesting to look at apart from a few burned out cars in the ‘hood.
Yup, screwed by the information superhighway again. If only Gore had won – after inventing the net, he could have been the one person that to have purged it of inaccurate information.
Next stop: Fresno, with a few pauses enroute. After 2 hours in parking-lot level traffic, we made it to our first diversion. Two exits out of our way we found the Lathrop UFO crash site. The obvious question here is, “Why?” We have no answers. All we know is that someone built a Tower Gas with a flying saucer crashed into it.
And there was more. The theme continued inside.
Gas was 2 cents per gallon more here than at the Shell across the way, but we were happy to pay that premium for this kind of entertainment. Not supporting Shell’s Nigeria exploitation was the icing on the cake. (Not that they noticed or cared.)
Passing Modesto, we realized that if we lived there, we would be home now. Of course, we would then have to live in Modesto.
Next stop: Turlock, CA. United Equipment decided that they needed a new HQ building, so they built one in the shape of a giant bulldozer!
Wow. Jon loved it.
Jessica was underwhelmed.
But the bulldozer did get our average up to .500 - Not too bad doe baseball, but a bit shabby for tourism.
Next stop, Fres-Yes! We knew we were at the right house as soon as we got there.
To: Fres-yes
Miles: 225
MPG: 49.9
After a few relaxing days in San Rafael, we ventured into the wilds of San Francisco to meet John and Monica (HBS friends) for brunch. Forgetting that the World Cup started at 11:30, we found a great restaurant for brunch, only to be blasted out by the Euro soccer fans just after we ordered.
For the past few days, Jessica had been complaining about a lack of “stupidity” – read: any of Jon’s weird tourist sites. Trying to rectify this, we headed over to the “Escape From New York” pizza shop at 508 Castro for the “San Francisco Style Polka Hall of Fame.” Those more familiar with SF will probably pick up on the problem immediately (John and Monica thought it sounded funny, but we were undeterred.) Castro is a very, very gay neighborhood and stereotypes aside, we are (in retrospect) pretty sure the locals are way too hip to condone anything as un-hip as polka. Damnit, someone lied on the net and pulled a fast one on us! At least we got to see the Castro district. Is that striped flag the SF city flag or what?
Chins up, we got back on the highway and headed to Oakland to see a collection of the doggie-head diner signs. There were none to be found. We were clearly on the wrong side of the tracks with nothing interesting to look at apart from a few burned out cars in the ‘hood.
Yup, screwed by the information superhighway again. If only Gore had won – after inventing the net, he could have been the one person that to have purged it of inaccurate information.
Next stop: Fresno, with a few pauses enroute. After 2 hours in parking-lot level traffic, we made it to our first diversion. Two exits out of our way we found the Lathrop UFO crash site. The obvious question here is, “Why?” We have no answers. All we know is that someone built a Tower Gas with a flying saucer crashed into it.
And there was more. The theme continued inside.
Gas was 2 cents per gallon more here than at the Shell across the way, but we were happy to pay that premium for this kind of entertainment. Not supporting Shell’s Nigeria exploitation was the icing on the cake. (Not that they noticed or cared.)
Passing Modesto, we realized that if we lived there, we would be home now. Of course, we would then have to live in Modesto.
Next stop: Turlock, CA. United Equipment decided that they needed a new HQ building, so they built one in the shape of a giant bulldozer!
Wow. Jon loved it.
Jessica was underwhelmed.
But the bulldozer did get our average up to .500 - Not too bad doe baseball, but a bit shabby for tourism.
Next stop, Fres-Yes! We knew we were at the right house as soon as we got there.
