We're on the ferry back to Larkspur, California. Today was our typical day, heading out to get breakfast before tackling the problems that plague society. After finally departing the ferry terminal we caught a glimpse of the America's cup course, right between Alcatraz and San Francisco. Giddy with excitement we got off the boat and headed to the nuttiness of the free-zone ticket area. The vibe was frenzied and alive with the excitement of the next race, hoping for a glimpse of the sailing spectacle yet to come. And it surely came.
We met with Gordo between the first and second races. We haven't seen him in a bit and it's always interesting to catch up with good friends. He's a doll, trying to make his way in the new world of San Francisco. It's been too long and we miss you! The second race was called off, after the winds were too fierce for safe competition. Undaunted, both teams raced their unbeatable aquatic art toward the finish line, in staunch protest to the race officials' decree. We were in the right spot. Turning toward the water, above the fray, was the unparalleled sailing porn of Oracle. It's a 72-foot long winged catamaran, racing past the grandstands at 55mph with the palpable energy of a successful first date. A sailboat made of carbon fiber, kevlar, and human passion, speeding past uncountable fans lusting for more. And we were no exception. The race was over but the dream continues.
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