It’s Next Time!

Shit! Who knew that I'd be back in the city some 20 months later? Not I. Places to go, people to see--the Finnish Mafia was immediately up for a few drinks. A section of them had actually dressed as Smurfs for me, a nice touch. (Not really for me. Bay to Breakers.)

SFCS once again. For a few days.

So, once I got into town I knew I had to get me a bike (and helmet, yeah) and Raphael stepped up. He had a crazy giant monster of a road bike (dude's "a short six-foot-six") with a flat lying around and he was kind enough to fix it up for me. 'Cause that's the kind of guy he is. Cheers!

Raphael--kind, freakishly tall.