Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

bart wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Parking is a bitch.
Uber/Lyft is plentiful.
Public is ok — a mix of busses and steer cars and pedi cabs.

The bigger issue is the homeless crisis, which is insane. I’d personally skip the rental so you’re not stressing out every time you leave the car. If you’re downtown, you’ll do ok with with busses and pedi cabs I’d think?

Meh, I’ll pay for the insurance and never leave anything more valuable than a stick of gum in the car so the bums can do whatever they want to it. But parking is a bigger concern, work will pay for it but I’d still rather avoid needlessly spending like 60 bucks a day to have the car sit in the hotel garage. Hmm.

Rent a car for only part of the trip, so you can drive across the GG bridge and check our Muir Woods and the coast.

bart wrote:

spike wrote:

bart wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Parking is a bitch.
Uber/Lyft is plentiful.
Public is ok — a mix of busses and steer cars and pedi cabs.

The bigger issue is the homeless crisis, which is insane. I’d personally skip the rental so you’re not stressing out every time you leave the car. If you’re downtown, you’ll do ok with with busses and pedi cabs I’d think?

Meh, I’ll pay for the insurance and never leave anything more valuable than a stick of gum in the car so the bums can do whatever they want to it. But parking is a bigger concern, work will pay for it but I’d still rather avoid needlessly spending like 60 bucks a day to have the car sit in the hotel garage. Hmm.

Rent a car for only part of the trip, so you can drive across the GG bridge and check our Muir Woods and the coast.

Yeah I think this is the plan now.

doug rr wrote:my wife and i have stayed at the pelican inn at muir woods about 3 or 4 times now..they have a great traditional small english pub in there..highly recommended..

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:lol bammer the last time a new sub forum was made, we lost GD.

bodysnatcher wrote:Heading to New Orleans for a few days and staying with my best bud from college.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.