Everyone knows Halloween is the best holiday of the year, which is why Bay to Breakers makes sense. It's one long party that invades almost the entire city every third Sunday of May, and oh yeah, some people actually run all 12 kilometers of it! The giant, moving costume-party-meets-foot-race has become one of the largest in the world, often with almost all 50 states of the US represented and runners from over 24 countries in attendance.
Granted the bike-to-work concept is a bit, as the Australians say, "like falling off a log," especially for you day-to-day pedalers, but methinks tomorrow's 16th Annual Bike to Work event is meant to inspire commuters of the four-wheel kind (and yes, that includes bus riders—maybe you'll trade the dank recesses of Muni transportation for fresh air and a little invigorating exercise!). If you cycle the well-traveled corridors—along the Panhandle and the Wiggle, for example—you'll hit Energizer Stations that will hand out some pretty good schwag, including water and commemorative canvas bags (I still use mine from past years to haul groceries and gym clothes. Not at the same time, but you get the idea.
With San Francisco's iconic annual foot race just 10 days away (May 16), I thought I'd deliver this gentle reminder for as-yet unregistered runners, walkers and float maneuverers—costume-clad or not—to sign up. And, not just because I'm a total teetotaler or a stick-in-the-mud (both of which I can be, often), I'd like to bring to light the Bay to Breakers' official stance on booze without incurring a barrage of boos, hisses and lobbed rotten eggs or tomatoes. Don't shoot the messenger, people.
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Thirty-five of the best amateur skaters in the country descend on Fort Mason Center this Saturday - including Ben Hatchell (by all accounts a bad ass) and locals Aaron Herrington, Tristan Moss, Jerry Gurney, and Jack Given - to compete in the first World Cup skating competition San Francisco has seen in nine years. As a collective, at least. There are perhaps individual San Franciscans who have seen skating competitions in the past decade. The point is, it's been awhile since our fair city hosted this vivid maelstrom of robust youth culture. (Do I sound old? I am old.) (YOU KIDS GET YOUR SAGGING SKINNY JEANS OFF MY STOOP.)
So that 49-Mile Scenic Drive? We'd never actually driven the whole thing so we decided to go joyriding with a camera in tow. Check out Part 1 below, where we cruise through Twin Peaks, Dolores Park and the Embarcadero. Next week: Part 2. It's a cliffhanger.
Oh, and send it to your mom, she misses you.
Not much could get me out in the waters at Mission Bay—I'm from Hawaii so unless the aqua is topaz-blue and 70 degrees, I ain't dippin' one single toe in it. But, dangle a stack of pancakes—dripping with that wondrous amalgamation of syrup and butter—in front of my eyes and I'll brave the current surrounding that industrial area anyday. Even better that I can put a nice sturdy kayak between me and the drink at the Paddle for Pancakes event this Saturday. Start at the boathouse at Mission Creek Sports Park at 9:30 a.m., where you'll get on-land instuction for kayak maneuvering and safety.
If you're reading this on Sunday, May 2, you're probably not one of the 2,000 wet-suit-clad triathletes who will be jumping off the San Francisco Belle steamboat that ferries the Escape From Alcatraz competitors to the famed prison island to start their sprint-length race. That's quite alright, because who says you have to push through a 1.5-mile swim in the freezing-cold Bay waters, a hilly 18-mile bike ride around the city and an 8-mile leg race through Golden Gate Park just to make your Sunday worthwhile? Here on 7x7's Get Out blog, we like to applaud those who honor their athletic limitations.
Travel writers would have you believe that downtown L.A. is having its moment. But when you’re there, staying at the new JW Marriott or the even newer Ritz-Carlton adjacent, you’ll soon realize that no one has yet told the denizens of downtown. Over a too-sweet guava collins enjoyed in the shared poolside lounge between the sister hotels, I told the bartender of my itinerary: two days of drinking and eating in the heart of the city. “I’m going to Church & State,” I announced. “And last night, we had some great drinks at The Varnish.” No flicker of recognition.