Three fixed-gear riders completed this year's Furnace Creek 508 race.
And there are 22 candidates running for Supervisor in District 5 alone. Now that's density. No pun intended.
For more than a decade, I have had a curious poem by John Updike hanging in my apartment (through three Chicago apartments, one in Pittsburgh, and two in San Francisco): "Sunday in Boston". Here, then, is "Sunday in San Francisco":
The dykes on bikes
-- the lemon-lime fixed-gear, a real track bike --
and the upperclass with their derailleurs and yoga mats
The aspiring hippies with patchouli drenched on their clothes
and the vapours of medicinal magic all aroundThe fags and their gay dogs
purposely walking down to the Parkand I smile a beery hello
from the stoop, the real catbird seat