Speed Racer

Been meaning to write about this for awhile - two weekends ago, I flew to San Francisco to visit my friend Julie, go to the Treasure Island Music Festival and to take in the sights. What better way to do that, Julie suggested, than to rent a GoCar?

Apparently designed to kill tourists, GoCar is a small, yellow, three-wheeled moped-car hybrid topping out at 30 mph that you can take on actual roads in San Francisco with actual traffic. A talking GPS system tells you which turns to make along a prescribed route and provides informative narration about the city as you mosey along. Julie graciously volunteered to drive as I can barely drive a traditional, non-death trap car.

Here I am in the sporty GoCar wearing a helmet that will protect me from absolutely nothing if we end up running into an SUV - safety first!

Vroom vroom.

The Mercedes parked next to us was totally jealous of our ride.

This button was unnerving. I have to admit, I was curious to see what would happen, but ultimately decided against flipping the switch.

My job was to take pictures as we cruised along. Mainly I enjoyed photographing other people as they photographed us, or pointed and laughed at us. If you want attention, try driving a little postage stamp-size car that sounds like a lawnmower.

Of course, we decided to take the car out in rush hour traffic and I thought I might die at any moment. This is what we were up against.

Tourists in San Francisco love novelty vehicles.

Rush hour traffic wasn't the only worry. As it turns out, our GPS/navigation system was broken. The sound kept fading in and out, and you could barely understand what the voice was saying. Example, "When you reach the stop sign, turn (mumble mumble), then proceed (hiss crackle) and always, always make sure you (dead silence)."

Problematic. We ended up terribly lost and I was certain we would end up on a ramp towards the Golden Gate Bridge. Scary.

Another problem - the car can only go up hills that are on the route. But since we strayed off the map, we got to a giant San Francisco hill and the car gave up in defeat. I had to get out and push, no joke.

In case you can't tell, this was really fun and I highly recommend it. I survived, so you probably will too!

Here are some pictures I snapped along the way. It is impossible to take a bad picture of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Surfers, not seals...

20-Minute Film Review

For awhile I was telling everyone that "In Bruges" was the best movie - really funny, would actually make you like Colin Farrell, etc. But then I remembered I had to preface these thoughts with the disclaimer that I only saw approximately 20 minutes of the middle of the movie while flipping through HBO channels.

Saw the rest of the movie recently and I am happy to report that the whole thing lives up to my previous statement. And by chance I happened to catch the funniest 20 minutes of the film the first time around. If you are so inclined, leave a comment about the best movie that you have only seen half of (or less).

Mild Curses, Volume Six

  • May your tea/coffee always grow cold before you can finish it.
  • May a mysterious drop of water (or what you hope is water) fall on you from out of the sky on a perfectly clear day.
  • May you put something important (passport, cherished heirloom, lottery ticket, etc) somewhere special so you know you won't lose it. Because Lord knows the moment you do that, you will never ever see it again.

This is Worse Than the Time I Got Carded at Blockbuster

I think I need to start wearing more grown-up clothes. At the airport this morning, I had to go to the office to claim my luggage and the clerk behind the counter asked me if I was a "UM."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Unaccompanied Minor," she said.

I am 25.

I blame my cartoon Harajuku Lovers purse. No one over the age of 14 should be carrying it, I know. But it has a nifty whistle!

Maybe it's also related to the fact that I do feel like an unaccompanied minor a lot of the time. I will be the world's most overgrown unaccompanied minor. It's fine. I recently bought a postcard that says "Growing Up is For Squares" and then there are pictures of squares. That is my motto for the moment.