Hope there’s a bathtub
I’m going to take a train–my first ever here in Calif–to bicycle city (Davis). It’s raining so hard that I will be wet getting to the bus, wet sitting on the bus, wet getting on the train, dripping on the floor of the train, developing hypothermia in the hour it takes to get to Davis (assuming I’m not murdered in the sketchy (=unmanned) Richmond BART station. Saturday train station must be dead indeed…we’ll see.)
Oh, yeah, today is the Dia de los Muertos.
Then I get to find a phone booth (GOOD LUCK FINDING ONE), change into Former Inductee outfit, and push the soggy bike and luggage over to Bistro 33.
After enjoying all the evening’s fun, I can soak in a tub somewhere.
Charlie offered me a ride to the (marin) transit but I wanna be “pure” and see how tis done by a real autophobe.