My favorite part about living in San Francisco is not needing a car anymore.
I thought I saw our old car "Marty" (the little Toyota Corolla we sold a few months ago after driving across the country) the other day while crossing the intersection. It was a surreal moment. The driver was about my age, perhaps a few years younger.. It wasn't the same person we sold the car to... but I recognized the familiar dents in the front area.
The light changed and "Marty" was gone.
Day 102 of 365 days