Starting by the Embarcadero, with the San Francisco Bay Bridge as a backdrop, the race crosses the city, through Golden Gate Park, ending by the ocean, hence 'Bay' to 'breakers.' Along the way...
...tortillas are tossed before the start of the race in a strange, messy ritual that literally smacked me across my face...
...old men get naked, in the process reminding us that the really hot bodies want to get paid to bare it all...
...grown adults dress as all manner of iconic children's characters and other random costumes...
...the not-so-adventurous watch from a safe distance...
...lots of alcohol is consumed (I wish I had thought to photograph the big yellow homebrew stand that provided me with a nice big cup of tasty, amber-colored beer)...
...the religious fanatics forget again that San Francisco tuned them out ages ago...
...we cross the start line (finally)...
...we flood the streets and march up the Hayes Street hill...
...the neighbors come out to party (and treat us to awesome tunes by Herbie Hancock ("Chameleon"), the Gap Band ("Outstanding"), and the Rolling Stones ("Dance Part 2"), among others, not to mention the numerous local live bands that entertained us)...
...bladders and colons empty their contents in posh facilities...
...advertisers take advantage of the 60,000+ audience...
...the news media gives us a fleeting chance to be famous...
...creative minds display homages to their bony shelter...
...the organ donor folks salute their internal engine...
...and their natural viewfinder...
...and we reach the finish line!
...just by the 'breakers.' Good times, but I'm sore as hell.
My stats:
Finished in 1 hour, 42 minutes.
Placed 13,415 out of about 35,000 registered racers.
Placed 8,048 out of all registered men.
Stopped to use the porta-potties only twice.
2 comments:
The fat man-ass on your blog is a nightmare. How dare you photograph me without express permission.
What can I say, I'm a sadist at heart (sometimes).
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