A rite of passage...

...I finally witnessed Bay to Breakers, long a part of SF folklore. A sea of 60, 000 people ran, walked and stumbled just three blocks from my house through Golden Gate Park. Bees, pirates in diapers, old men wearing little more than fluorescent green hats and keg pushing prom queens began flooding into my hood for most of the day, leaving behind fantastic puddles of puke. Only in SF can you mix drinking and exercising.

But really, it was amazing. Next year I won't be just a bystander. Good photos here. My photos didn't really turn out well, but I loved this skunk crew...