My dad flew me out to California where he lives. In san Bruno, just a little way from San Fran.
After haulin ass through the red woods, and Folsum for a few days, Dad took me to his work site...the city of San Francisco. What a time we had on those hills with our stick shift BMW.
A day I'll never forget. It was like a rollar coaster with out the track.
But the views were great, the cops ignored you, and the stop signs didn't mean stop.
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