City morning

Beautiful foggy morning in San Francisco, biking down to the mission from the outer Richmond. Past the hipsters in full regalia, cop moustaches and aviators, sweaters and cigarettes. Golden gate park with a vanload of little old ladies being delivered to the deyoung and an enormous British couple arguing their way past the bandshell. And then the wiggle, I still do it different every time. It works out as always and then down good old Valencia and I’m where I wanna be!

I wish I still lived here!