And it was really cool to watch them riding down toward Pac Bell Park, strength in numbers, support against roadway hogs and a reassertion of human-powered modes of travel. The memory was just what I needed to put some perspective on the BART train backup I ran into minutes later while trying to get home. I'm so grateful I can choose to do so whenever I feel like it. The tortoise knows how to make love to his wife. Bats right, throws right.
Plays guitar, bass, a little piano.
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