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Pavel and Sarah had an extra spot for me to visit the Anchor Steam Brewery in San Francisco. Being the hobo that I am, I gladly accepted. Five of us were able to comfortably fit into Sarah’s Fit.
We knew it was going to be a long day, with plenty of beer, so we had to line our stomach’s with something scrumdilioucious. Millbrae Pancake House was on the way; anytime is a good time for pancakes.
After breakfast/lunch we hit up the brewery, no iPhone needed, as we just followed the scent of the fermented yeast. Did I learn anything? Yes, hops are just an additive for taste, adding bitterness to offset the sweetness in beers. Time to get suc.
Once the tour was over, the guide gave us a taste of all of the beers that they brewed. If you’re counting the time, that was six beers before 1230pm. Talk about suc.
Since we were already in the city, we decided to stick around to do some exploring. One of the spots we stopped by was Bean Bag cafe, which is misleading because there were no beanbag chairs. They did offer blueberry french toast, which we all devoured; but it was mostly me.
The cool thing about the little excursion was catching up with everyone and talking about life. All of us at one point had corporate jobs, and eventually either got laid off or quit. Julia, Marc, Sarah and I definitely did not like the corporate rat race. Pavel’s nickname is corporate p, so yeah you do the math. But now look, we’re all “growed up,” enjoying some binge drinking at 11am, and savoring blueberry french toast mid-afternoon. Cheers to life.
douhudoduoduododo..Whatever happened to predictability..the milkman..the paperboy..evening tv..
But first, I want to congratulate my Dodgers on clinching the NL west. Can’t wait ’til the playoffs.
Now on to Michael Crabtree, the 49ers first round pick from this year’s draft.
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Looks like he’s ready to negotiate a contract deal so he can jump on the Niners’ 3-1 bandwagon. I don’t give two flying effs. His love for the game is obviously not as great as his love for money.
This guy hasn’t even played a single down in the NFL, and he is demanding more money than most veterans. And I was afraid that the new crop of NFL prospects were going to be greedy. You have to work to earn your money, and more importantly, work to earn respect.
At this point I don’t really care if he gets signed or not. I would rather have a few 3rd rounders with a “team first” mentality than a c*cksuck who thinks he is bigger than the team.
I remember last season some friends and I were at the game in which Vernon Davis was kicked out by coach Mike Singletary. Davis has since changed his ways, and has been elevated to team captain. Learn from him Crabcakes.
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And this can be applied to real life too, not just the NFL.
Last night a few of us went crabbing in San Francisco. It was fun, I’ve really been enjoying these “chill” night outs with friends.
The sea lions bested our head crew of Ryan and John, dismantling and then snatching all three bait cages.
That didn’t stop our crew from getting a few crabs and a gangly old crab by the name of Jean Val Jean.
Who’s up for some mercury with a side of crab?
or a beautiful nightmare? I would be lying if I said Beyonce did not influence my lifestyle in anyway.
Chilled at Delores Park in San Francisco for the day with all of the hipsters. The bike swap went well, I think a few of us unloaded some parts and made some monies. I made $5 which I spent mostly on ice cream and thai iced tea.
There were a few garage sales in the area, so we stopped by to have a look-see. Anna was able to find a complete vintage Scrabble set straight from the 80s. I asked the doo how much it was and he said, “Dat da 2 buc suc doo.” I said thanks doo and handed him my hard earned deuce.
Wat u kno bout da shrim coktail doo?
Went to go see Tortured Soul last night in the city. Reggie and Trisha are really into them, and for good reason. They put on a stellar show, even after performing the night before and being sick. We hit up Fly beforehand, and the bartender hooked us up with some free drank.
If you have never heard of Tortured Soul, you gotta get dat. Gotta get dat.
A group of about 10 of us made our way down from San Francisco to San Jose. We took the train up, only to find out that we got succc’ed twice on board. Matt had dookie on his shoe, and my hydration pouch was leaking all over my backpack. All good, because the Sharks were going to win later on that night right? Wrong.
Good news for me. Schmap, which is an online map like guide for top destination cities, has decided to include one of my photos in their newly released sixth edition of the San Francisco Guide. Check it here.
Did a fast paced ride to Alviso last night, in anticipation for the race on Saturday in Fremont. I’m hoping my training (or lack thereof) in the past couple of weeks will pay off. Ended the night hanging around downtown and traveling just to end up right back downtown again.
My apologies for not posting in a while, but I have been going non-stop since last week. It all started off with a trip to Vegas, then an immediate “arts n crafts” party for the alleycat, to the art show and shenannies afterwards, to a day of climbing in San Francisco, to the actual Alleycat. Everything has been a huge blur, I don’t even feel like writing/posting much. Pictures are a mess too, so deal with it. Finally have day to just relax. Haha. Riding up and down the Las Vegas Strip was sick.
I’ve been taking advantage of the sunny but chilly weather, by riding and just plain enjoying life. A small group of us started Monday off by riding down to the Morgan Hill area, and then back up to this crazy mountain of a hill in East/South (?) San Jose? We just wanted to scout the location for the upcoming Tuesday night ride. Since it was Chinese Vietnamese New Year, we grabbed some food at Di-Lac. The place was jam packed full of da so coo Vtek gais, but the vegetarian food was good and cheap. Even Herb and Chris who I haven’t seen in a while made it out.
On Tuesday, Mark, Matt, Pavel and I did a rail n ride up to San Francisco. Pavel needed to grab some plants for his fresh water tank. He said his spot was in the cuts, and it literally was in a 6 foot wide alley. The rest of the time we spent doing a mini city loop ride, while stopping at various locales. We were all pretty effin tired by the end of the day, but there was still riding to be done. The group went up Yerba Buena, and then bombed the hill, I lazily went down the bottom half only haha. Mark’s brand new el cheapo tire that he put on that day was ripped to shreds.
Took the train up to the city for a nice little ride around town. Met up with everyone at Box Dog after some idiot directed me to the wrong shop. After riding around for a few miles we got some food, and posted right outside Hooter’s for a semi-decent view.
Heard a huge pshhhhhhhhhhhhh from Mark’s tire, so he had to change his tube with a short valve stem. Went into Gestalt for a hot second, only to end up buying our own drank at the local convenient store. Ended up chinchillin with a great view of the Golden Gate—-errr Bay Bridge. Sorry for the short and abrupt posts, been a long day.
Last night a few San Jose heads went up to San Francisco to do the city loop after dark. The pace was supposedly “chill,” well for the SFFixed.com folks anyway. The total ride was about 20 some odd miles. We covered the Embarcedero, Chrissy Fields, Legion of Honor, the Wiggle, and a few other areas. Someone said the headcount was about 35 riders.
Last night was a real wakeup call, because for a chill ride I couldn’t keep up for shishkabobs. I was winded just getting to the meeting point after taking the Wiggle. Psh. I also need a wide angle lens.
Alex, Bennett, Wilson and I hit up Bender’s afterward, before going to McGovern’s and calling it a night.
Last Friday Mojo’s in San Francisco hosted a Goldsprints event to showcase the new electronic/computer gadgetry, and I must say it was pretty awesome. It was my first attempt at doing Goldsprints, and I was so incredibly slow that they officially changed the name of the event to Bronzedawdle.
Tim was able to break the sound barrier, with a time of 18.71.
Wilson learned the hard way, and found out that Red Stripe does not have electrolytes. He left a lovely acidic parting gift on the curbside.
The new Goldsprints design looked pretty cool, as it visually showed the frontrunner of each race in realtime, and had a bunch of different stats that would have made the CNN ticker jealous.
Started the day off with a Ride-n-Rail up to the city (read: took bikes on caltrain and traveled to San Francisco), did a loop short loop around the Embarcadero, and got attacked by a huge mechanical spider.
Wat da suc doo?!??
It was an absolute gorgeous day in San Francisco, and all I had was my stupid point and shoot camera again.
Worked up an appetite by then, so we headed over to….the Oldest Slot Machine Video Games Manual Hand Crank Devices Museum.
By then I was seriously hungry, but we couldn’t eat just yet. We came across the biggest gathering of Santas south of the north pole, and got a good view of Santa from behind.
After that we finally were able to grab some food, where Bennett hooked it up by way of his broken Cantonese. Can I get a shieng sha jee jee?
where you want to eat doo?
The holiday season isn’t truly complete without some lame lame lame sweaters and White Elephant!
I'm Jared, and i hook it up ariiiiight??!?
Hey you slap da jack doo!
By the end of the night, the true manifestation of my idiocracy had been fully revealed to all. Bravo peoples, bravo.
I seriously look like an idiot 100% of the time; except right here.
I was supposed to wake up in time for the 10am train to Sunnyvale, but almost missed it due to oversleeping. Luckily Tim called me at 9:25, and I shifted into turbo mode to make it to the station on time. Haha, I am sooo dramatic.
I carpooled with Tim to San Francisco, where the 3rd annual SuperMarket Street Sweep was being held. The sweep is an alleycat race that helps benefit the San Francisco Food Bank. How does it work? Basically each rider goes around to supermarkets in the San Francisco area, and picks up the items that are listed. Each participant was given a race manifest that included two different types of races; speed, where you try to pick up the items and complete the checkpoints as fast as possible; and points, where you try to purchase as much food as you can possibly haul.
Tim, Wilson and I decided to go with the points option, simply because it would be more laid back. Maybe a little too laid back. I have a few alleycat races under my belt now, and supermarket sweep was by far the easiest one. But the whole point is to raise food for the SFFB anyway. It was fun ransacking all of the stores for items, and then piling them into a shopping cart to take out.
The sponsors for the race donated some amazing prizes and freebies. Just for showing up to race, everyone received a Crumpler Bags cellphone holster case; which I used to carry my camera. Tim went balls out towards the end, and loaded up the Timbuk2 bag that he won from Goldsprints with cans of corn. He ended up winning a North Face hat for his valiant effort.
Tim's bag filled with food for the SF Food Bank.
Dirty Dave and a few others brought cargo bikes with big ass trailers, some so heavy that they were straight oakland scraping the ground.
Bennett trying out some crazy mini geometry cross hybrid flying car bike complete HED wheels.
After the race we jetted back down to San Jose, to watch the epic Manny vs. Oscar, aka Filipino vs. Mexican boxing match at Mark’s house. It was also Matt’s real birthday, so we celebrated in true epic fashion. There was plenty of food, vegetarian and otherwise, and “specialty dranks” to go around.
Hey look at the Filipino and Mexican punching each other
Celebrating the Filipino's victory and the Mexican's loss
