So, anyhow vehicles started arriving, some on a flat bed. The tow truck’s owner had an extremely loud, 600-plus horsepower hot rod. Other more civilized classics drove up under their own power. Both sides of 12th Street were marked as tow zones for non-party participants. Imagine, the city of San Francisco making preferred parking for us disreputable personages. Bikes started arriving, the boys got the grill fired up, and lots of friends showed up on foot. Hey this is San Francisco!

I should mention that Rudy and Heather ran a very unusual sale on their very popular product that kept Heather chained to the cash register and Rudy behind the counter to pull merchandise out of the glass showcases. It was a great party guys. Too bad you couldn’t enjoy it.