Don’t worry, I will try to whittle that down a bit… and there are ones with people in them that don’t want to be on the blog… and some won’t come out as well as I hoped they would… oh, and I took a bunch more ‘artsy’ photos, because people seemed to like that post I did with those, and I can get through them fairly quickly.
This time we took BART to the other side of the bay. See, we like to mix it up. Over three days of touristy madness, we took three different bridges and the Bay Area Rapid Transit to get to the city.
Mollie’s boyfriend was less than impressed by the public transit system.
This time, we rode in… and on… a cable car, instead of just taking pictures of them.
And some other stuff happened… because… San Francisco… and beer…
No, don’t ask where the rest of his hook went… what happens in Frisco stays in Frisco.
But now, we are all very sleepy, and I just want to go to bed.
Pouring My Art Out 
There’s really no need for a public transportation to be impressive.
It doesn’t have to be impressively good as long as it’s not impressively bad.
Then we hit the mark.
I’ve used BART a few dozen times myself and I have to agree, it was just the impressively right amount of unimpressiveness.
When it was new, it was like the freekin’ monorail at Disneyland. It might help if they actually cleaned the cars now and then.
Oh, I see. I think the last time I’ve used BART was at least eight or ten years ago, so if they haven’t cleaned the cars since then, that would explain Dashawn’s expression.
I think I saw your fingerprints on a window.
The little X’s?
That is what tipped me off… and the police detective too…