I know I was an asshole living in SF in my 20s…but this is a different story
The 104th Bay to Breakers takes place in San Francisco Sunday. In spite of the efforts to control the 50,000 participants, the 7.5-mile course has turned into a cautionary tale about where its host city, and possibly humanity, is headed.
Have I run the Bay to Breakers?
Have I also walked the course, people-watched (people-stared) and gladly accepted sundry Jell-O shots/whatever is coming out of that squirt gun and courtesy brews that came my way from kind strangers.
Do I think it’s one of the prettiest/best/most fun urban courses in the world?
Without a doubt.
Is today’s Bay to Breakers not just a 100-percent accurate representation of the asshole-and-douchebag capital of the world San Francisco has become but a bleak, bleak look into the not-too-distant future?
It’s difficult to write a take down of today’s Bay to Breaker’s revelers without sounding curmudgeonly. So I…
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