fresh [Liam]
I failed to catch an escaping L-Muni on foot for the first time in memory last week. As a rule of thumb, if you can see it a block down from one of the windows of our apartment you have to take the back stairs and exit on Taraval to cut the distance you trail by. I chose wrong, ended up chasing by like a quarter block (already way too much) and losing fast. I really sold the run for everyone on the street, though. I was like Tom Cruise in that one running scene in that Tom Cruise movie.
On flat ground by 40th Ave. I can keep pace with a muni train for 4-6 blocks easy. This was crowded uphill going though, and the train had a good head start. I put on an extra burst at the end, enough that I caught up to the glass of the furthest-back door of the trolley at the next stop. It was clearly too late, as the doors had slid shut and the motor was beginning to power back up. Everyone in the back of the train was looking at me. I banged the button about 5 times, but it too was already starting to move. I threw my hands up in exasperation for the benefit of the audience of sidewalk onlookers and backseat passengers.
Then the coolest shit EVER happens.
A thick Chinese accent from behind me: "We can catch them! Get in!"
I spin around and there's a 50-something man in a minivan packed with stuff, waving me over.
(Liam jumping into the aftermarket-cushioned passenger seat of a strange van)
(Good samaritan and Liam racing up Taraval street, fast-paced Chinese 80's music bumping out the speakers)
(Van lurching to a stop at the 19th St. stop, Liam thanking the driver while running at the train)
(Bewildered looks from the entire back of the train)
I really, REALLY need to start carrying mentos around with me.
On flat ground by 40th Ave. I can keep pace with a muni train for 4-6 blocks easy. This was crowded uphill going though, and the train had a good head start. I put on an extra burst at the end, enough that I caught up to the glass of the furthest-back door of the trolley at the next stop. It was clearly too late, as the doors had slid shut and the motor was beginning to power back up. Everyone in the back of the train was looking at me. I banged the button about 5 times, but it too was already starting to move. I threw my hands up in exasperation for the benefit of the audience of sidewalk onlookers and backseat passengers.
Then the coolest shit EVER happens.
A thick Chinese accent from behind me: "We can catch them! Get in!"
I spin around and there's a 50-something man in a minivan packed with stuff, waving me over.
(Liam jumping into the aftermarket-cushioned passenger seat of a strange van)
(Good samaritan and Liam racing up Taraval street, fast-paced Chinese 80's music bumping out the speakers)
(Van lurching to a stop at the 19th St. stop, Liam thanking the driver while running at the train)
(Bewildered looks from the entire back of the train)
I really, REALLY need to start carrying mentos around with me.
America... FUCK YEAH! [Ben]
oh dang it's a cartoon character that kind of looks like me or at least wears the same clothes [amy]

