I’m spent from an in-town vacation and I still have a full week of work ahead before I go back to the East Coast for the holidays. My friend came in from out-of-town and all we did was laugh and eat and cruise the city and laugh some more.
I had such a good time that when I came out to my bike yesterday to realize that someone had cut the fuel line, I barely noticed.
“That’s really fucked up,” she said. “You don’t seem to really be bothered by it, though.”
“What the fuck are you gonna do?” I said. There was nothing for me to do but get upset, and it was too early in the day to get all bent out of shape about something I couldn’t change.
I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with the nightclub I parked in front of. The club in the alleyway where I usually park my bike might have gotten a little pissed that I parked near their entrance, and while it was legal for me to do so, I could see some bouncer getting pissed that he had to set up the corralled smoking area around my bike. I could go ask for the club if they’d let me watch their video footage, but I doubt it’d be worth the trouble. Either someone who works there or a patron did it, in which case they wouldn’t want me to see the footage and on the off-chance it was someone else, I doubt I’d be able to figure out who it is.
It’s a dark alley full of homeless people and while they have no motive I can think of to cut the fuel line of my motorcycle, who the fuck knows why anyone would do something like that. Someone smeared a piece of human shit all over my bike last year and I didn’t get what that was about then either.
Maybe someone’s mad at me, mad at bikes or just plain mad at the world.
Regardless, I’d been having so much fun on the mini-vacation with my friend that I didn’t care about the bike. I parked it, dumped off the gear at my house and we jumped on a bus up to the Haight-Ashbury. All day we walked, through Golden Gate park, to China Beach, around Land’s End.
And after years of trying to get there before it closed for the evening, I finally made it to the Camera Obscura while it was still open. We sat inside the dark room and watched the giant rotating image of Seal Rock dance across the huge disc, an old piece of technology leftover from the Playland-at-the-Beach era of San Francisco. The disc shone bright as sunlight crashed across the waves dotted with surfers and gulls and the cars drove up the street by Point Lobos Drive and as the camera shone through the ceiling onto the plate, it was as if you could see everything that was going on outside all at once.
It was magic.
After a couple of minutes of watching the camera rotate around, we went outside, leaned on the rail of the Cliff House and watched the sun disappear over the water in hues of blue and purple and pink. There were hundreds of people dotting the sand doing exactly what we were – watching another beautiful day in San Francisco come to an end.
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