As you probably figured, I done did some bloggin’ about my very recent trips to Baltimore and NYC already, so let me rewind a bit to the past to continue right where I ended – September 11th at JFK airport!
Flighttime between NYC and SF is a proper 6 hours. I slept like a puppy on goatmilk and arrived in San Fran just in time for the most San Franciscan of all lunches
with ma homeboy Yao.
The Sucka Free is still somehow my dearest destination in the US (NYC don’t be mad, I kinda <3 u too), so I appreciated the freedom to spend some time there, before hopping on the next plane. SF vista from Twin Peaks, anyone?
The following glimpse shows a view of the infamous Bay Bridge, as seen from Pier 7, which used to be THE skateboarding spot back in the late 90s.
No more, unfortunately, since the city of San Francisco has a zero tolerance policy for shredding these days.
Kind of a sad move to ignore and trying to suspend an entire culture from a city that is still being referred to as the Mecca for that particular movement. I used to shred there myself a while ago, and had the wonderful opportunity to see an SFPD cop car from the inside. Here’s to the good ol’ days.
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