»Symbology

Went down to Jay's new pad today. I arrived at the address, found a bar occupying ditto and transvestite prostitutes milling about. Jay came downstairs to meet me, and led me upstairs to a patio door with a brick wall behind it.
He's across the hall from a noisy Thai karaoke bar, and faces on one of the more dense and urban scenes in San Francisco.

Jay hooked me up with some grocery-bag panniers, which I am going to add to the Surly. I think I'll turn that into a 'round-town/grocery bike.

On the way back home, I dropped the chain on the Dutchess. A passerby hollered that he heard that shit up the block!