Upon arrival at our hotel in downtown Cheyenne, Wyoming I asked where I should park. I was told either in front on the street until 10am or I could park around the corner in a public parking lot. I was asked if my license plates were out of state or not and, upon replying that […]
I’ve lived in San Francisco since 1995 and, for part of that time, it’s been without a car. I don’t mean I’ve been one of those hypocritical people who don’t own a car (and decry the internal combustion engine) but rents one for the weekends. I mean without a car.
Like let me put my camping backpack on and walk to the store and carry everything back like a pack mule.