San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge

San Francisco

If you had asked me a few days earlier I would’ve told you that I had no intention of flying to San Francisco. There I was, sitting in first class, despite having spent only $300 for round trip tickets, enjoying the perks of travelling with a flight attendant and her sister. Sometime things just work out. Sort of.

San Francisco Forced Smile

Generally I would tell this kind of story. I alluded to it a lot in my review of Eagle Rider Motorcycle Rentals:

I would only be in San Francisco for about 48 hours. In that time I saw neither the Golden Gate Bridge, nor the Haight-Ashbury ‘hood, and I didn’t dip my toes in the ocean either.

I drank with flight attendants in an old brothel turned speak easy turned legally licensed bar. We drank with and hit the road with a local. I exchanged flirtations with another man’s date. I gave hell to one of my dearest and kindest friends, only to make up with her.

I fell in love (twice), and somewhere in between all of my misadventures I had been lucky enough to ride a hog in one of the most beautiful cities in North America.

(It’s been almost 8 months since I wrote that, and in part thanks to all of the typos, I have little idea what I was talking about. Sorry.)

San Francisco Streetcar

The reality is that something happened in San Francisco. Maybe I learned to appreciate siblings. Maybe I learned to appreciate children. Maybe I discovered that you can know a woman for over a decade, and still never really know her. Maybe that trip taught me just how complex and even fragile the strongest of women can be. Just like the strongest of men. But I’m not the strongest of men, I’m just me. Maybe I grew the fuck up, if only just a little. Maybe I’m getting too old to tell stories.

San Francisco Adrian Bonita

I still don’t want to talk about San Francisco. At times I outright regretted ever going while I was there, but I’m glad I went. The city is beautiful. Whatever it is that I learned, whatever it is that changed, I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I did learn a lot. It’s been two months. I’m still processing it.

2013 Harley-Davidson Fatboy Motorcycle Rental San Francisco California

You should really go to San Francisco. You’ll be glad you went, too. Trust me. You’re my reader, I wouldn’t lie to you.

San Francisco Flowers

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.

About Adrian

Adrian is the YouMotorcycle Editor. He never planned on becoming a blogger, but liked the idea of sharing his passion and encouraging others to get out and ride. He believes that anyone thinking about buying a motorcycle should hurry up and buy one, and that everyone who already owns a motorcycles should ride more. He likes V-Twins, scooters, and breaking social norms. He occasionally wears a suit and high-top sneakers when he rides to work. Sometimes he takes out his tools and everything goes from bad to worse. Sometimes everything just falls into his lap. Whatever the case he stays grateful and always tries to learn. If you feel motorcycling is a lifestyle, follow him via social media.

2 comments

  1. Brother, you’re not alone in reflecting on SF, and a woman, and your own strengths, for some reason SF can bring on the feelings, Tony Bennett even crooned about that. Yes, it’s a must see, a ride over the bridge through the wine country is really close to heaven, and a visit to the motorcycle shops there is worthwhile too. It’s so unique, full of history on one hand, yet so different than any other US City, put it on your bucket list, it’s unforgettable indeed.

    • Thanks Mark, that’s a personal comment that is much appreciated. I didn’t really do San Fran the way I wanted to. I’ll go back, hopefully sooner than later, but I really appreciate the sentiment here. Cheers brother, ride safe.

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