I remember speeding around that outside corner along the coast in the Presidio in SF at about 3am being chased by the military police. I knew they couldn’t do shit to a civilian even if they caught me and the pacific fog was shooting up the piney scraggly bluffs all lit up yellowish by the sodium lights they used as streetlights. My Lambretta SX200 was cutting through the mists that looked like yellow fire and my floor panels were a breath away from scraping asphalt. I knew that road home like the back of my hand and I knew I had Officer Friendly beat to the border of the base by a long shot. I was James Fucking Bond, high out of my mind and flying through the curves with a flow that can only be described as spiritual. Winding down the engine as I passed thru the stone gates at 25th was nothing less than being reborn.
I also remember when this site had content.
What do you remember?
#1 by phoenix on July 30, 2010 - 3:01 am
my first memory was my mom pushing me in a stroller as a tiny kid, outside the local mall. my gramma said to my mom, “do you think she’ll remember this’”?
well, i guess i did.
#2 by Donk on July 30, 2010 - 2:11 pm
I doubt it’s my first memory, but one of my earliest is pretty funny now that I look back on it.
I must’ve been about 3 or 4 years old at the time and was out after dinner with the family. My dad stopped into Tower Records to pick up some cassettes or whatever the hell they were using back then, and I waited outside with my mom and my brothers.
Some guy walked out the door with a woman, and walked the opposite direction. For some reason, I was mistaken that this guy was my father… because I broke away from my mom and brothers, and ran toward the dude, screaming ‘Daddy!’. As I hugged onto his leg with all of my toddler might, I remember looking up to see not my father… but a completely random person with a look of absolute terror on his face.
I also remember my mom and brothers laughing at me. It turned into one of those weird memories where you feel like some kind of emotional damage was done, because you look over to see your family laughing at you.
Of course.. now I realize that what happened was pretty hilarious for everyone except that random dude. I almost certainly ruined his date…. and quite possibly scarred him for life. If that was to happen to me while walking out of a bar or a store…. I think I might just start running and not stop until I hit Mexico.