So. If you’re going to ride the cable cars in San Francisco at night, you should be properly attired. Meaning, dressed warmly.
A certain someone’s husband forgot a certain neccessity. So we suited up at Macy’s. And I, of course, documented the activity.
Yep. It fits.
It was a beautiful, misty evening.
But I, unfortunately, had a headache.
The sights, the lights,
the cold breeze, and the thrill
of vintage transportation didn’t make my headache go away.
But it sure was fun.
The next day, I hopped back on the cable car
to ride to the Cable Car Museum.
I still don’t fully understand how it all works.
But that’s why some of us are engineers and some of us are bloggers.