If You're Going to San Francisco (you need brakes)
Trip Start Apr 30, 2010
52Trip End Sep 05, 2010
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We headed to faithful GPS' nearest garage, a Goodyear a couple of blocks away. Tony, the chatty mechanic, informed us that we would have to replace our front brakes. I guess it’s not a shocker, considering we have put as many miles on the Beast in three weeks as many average drivers do in half a year. We waited patiently – well sort of patiently, Matt paced like an expectant father – for the parts to arrive and the work to be done. Awesome Geoff came by, on scooter of course, to say one last goodbye and offer best wishes for the van’s speedy recovery. Thankfully, we were only set back a couple of hours and a couple of hundred bucks. At about one o’clock, we were on the road again.
A bit delayed, we finally jumped on the famous Pacific Highway One – well worth the wait! What a stunning drive. We pulled over several times to drink in the dramatic scenery. The steely gray-blue Pacific hurtled towards the jagged coast and smashed over toothy black rocks
We finally rolled – or maybe lumbered is a better word – into San Francisco, whose steep hilly inclines make upper Peel Street look like the Prairies. We checked into the Days Inn, as San Fran was another fairly large city that we thought merited a hotel instead of a parking lot, and made a plan to head out.
Matt has visited San Francisco before, so he had decent bearings and a few good suggestions of where to go. We biked over to Fisherman’s Wharf – our second Fisherman’s Wharf in as
Afterwards, we of course had to hop a Streetcar. San Francisco, named by our driving companion The Rough Guide as "America’s favourite city", is really breezy to get around in via