At a 31% grade, the steepest street in San Francisco.
Can I remember the name? Of course not! Maybe Nickie will come to my rescue here.
This reminds me of a... let's call it an "incident" ... recounted to me by my parents. We were parked on a hill here in San Francisco, facing uphill, and I was 3 or 4 years old. They got out and stood by the car discussing something, for reasons they can no longer remember. Suddenly the parking brake gave way and the car began rolling backward down the hill, with me still in it, picking up momentum far too fast for my panicked running parents to catch up. Fortunately, it wasn't long before another car obstructed its backward path and brought things to a halt. They checked the back seat for me, fearful of what they might find. There I was, still happily playing and blissfully unaware of any danger. I can only imagine their terror at the time, but now it's something we still joke about to this day.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
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