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Published: October 23rd 2006
It was a love and hate relationship when I lived in San Francisco. I loved the fact that I was surrounded by hundreds of gourmet restaurants and electic shopping venues, but I dreaded getting from point A to point C in this densely populated city just shy of of one million. More so, I hated that I had to rid of my dependence on driving everywhere. I painfully discovered to stop being a slave to my car when my 10 year-old car stalled on California and Stockton Street, a one-way route, straight up hill. The car had come to a complete stand still (died) on a 30 degree angle uphill street, with a #1 California bus packed to the gill right up your tail. I only remembered that I had to turn off my engine and restart the bloody car. I was sweatin bullets.
Current images of SF, mostly downtown.
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