Bluejake

I was halfway to Bodega Bay when I was overcome with a strong sense of ennui and an equally strong sense that I was about to run out of gas. After looking in vain for a station, I threw in the towel and took one of the Petaluma-bound roads back to the 110. I filled up and then drove down to Sausalito for the view and to buy some candy. Snacking on red hots, I drove back across the bridge and returned the car to the Avis on Geary Street near Union Square. It was only 9pm, so I took a cab down to Fisherman's Wharf, bought some shrimp cocktail, and walked around. Another nightcap at the Fairmont, and then back to the Commodore for bed.

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