Not-Exactly-Scenic Velocipede Traversing

So my inner exercise fiend roused my urges to cycle today, and my dad, who was originally going to the fitness center, went with me. So I dusted down the bikes and off we rode. At the corner of the street, while waiting for the light to turn, I hear a random, "Hey, you! You guys on the bikes." I ignore it the first time, too intent on spurring my muscle memory along to remember how to ride a bike, but by the second time, I turn to face the beat-up, dark red car, from which a gangsta/wigger hangs from the back seat. "Hey, you guys on the bikes. You got any marijuana?!" He asks with a grin. I stare at him blankly for a second, thinking Really? You're really asking us? You must be stoned out of your mind (and perception). Then I remember the news article of a Chinese fellow who rented his place out to a young, rich guy who paid twice the rent the landlord was looking for. Turns out Mr. Young-White-and-Rich is growing weed. Moreover, he actually has a license to grow and smoke the plants. He was still arrested for making a commercial business out of it. Oh, I thought. That's why. Then they make a right turn in front of us, yelling obscenities and laughing like a bunch of immature 6th-graders. I look at my dad, and either he didn't pay attention, or he's ignoring them. Ignoring them well...
It's while they're turning the corner that I wanted to yell 'flock off,' which I would've, had my dad not been there. I sneered instead. I keep thinking of what I should have done, and decided on flipping them off behind my father's back. Next time, I vowed in my head. Moving past that, We get on the Embarcadero and ride down to Pier 40 and beyond, towards the baseball stadium (currently AT&T, until SBC buys them out again). Great sunny weather with a nice sea breeze. Not surprisingly, my thighs begin to strain five minutes into peddling. I roll my eyes and mentally chastise them. Buck up, I scold. You used to be able to take far more than this. They whine and acclimate.
Finally, we wend our way to the back of the stadium, and rest by the water, where a bunch of kayaks and people-in-small-boats float about. Waiting for that rare ball that flies past the park into the water. "It's never going to happen," My father comments. "They're wasting their time." I'm just enjoying the sun, and idly watching a nearby middle-aged guy eating nachos when I hear "SOMEONE GET IT!" and a pretty anti-climatic plop in the water right in front of me. A ball really did sail past the ball-park into the water. It landed quite neatly within 5 feet of a lucky kayaker in a yellow raft. He paddled towards it, and was swatting the ball towards him when a strong gust blows him just out of reach. By this time a small crowd has gathered and cheers him on. As he begins paddling forward, a guy in an orange kayak slides up and pulls the nose of the other man's kayak back. Despite such an act, the man in the yellow kayak managed to get the ball. The crowd dispenses a pattering of applause then disperses. As did we.

The triumphant kayaker. A bad cell phone image I took as we were heading back.
So anyway, we were riding back, with me leading the way, and I begin tourist-spotting. I look to my left, and there's these two wiggers in white and I mentally roll my eyes, and then I think, aren't you..? He glances up, sees me and says to his friend, "That's her." I turn to look over my shoulder and conclude, You ARE! The guy from the car! I narrow my eyes and am about to raise my hand when my father catches up behind me. I sigh and turn away from him, and pedal just slightly faster.
Damn it. I should've flipped him off, although...you know, since he's not in a car, he might've given chase had he felt offended. Ah well. At least I got a good Asian glare in this time.
Haha, but next time, lame white boy, next time, you're getting the bird. D:<

In other news, nerd pictures! (taken with my cell phone on various days where I've been nerd-spotting)

You know how there's a japanese festival where people tie pieces of paper with their wishes onto trees? Japantown does the same thing, but with lame plastic bamboo plants. I was just walking by and this caught my eye!
They got it a bit wrong, but still.
Live long and prosper!




(The pic says Long life and prosper with a picture of spock, btw)

Andre the Giant and his Posse (is what the sticker says). Made a bit famous from The Princess Bride.
On one of the pedal-boats at Stow Lake, in Golden Gate Park.