The long way home

It was hot today! I'd forgotten how much I miss the heat. Even at 8:30 this morning it was too warm for gloves on my motorcycle, and it got up into the 80s as the day went on. It felt wonderful.

I got off work at about 8, and it was still warm and breezy. Instead of going up onto the highway, on an impulse, I drove west through the city, looking for a slow route home. I meandered through the colorful, off-beat Mission District until I happened on a hole-in-the-wall sushi place called Yo's Sushi Club. It felt authentic, with a clean, very Japanese aesthetic. The chef, Yo, stood behind the counter, a white towel wrapped tight around his bald head. There was no bento or teriyaki on the menu, just sushi, and I watched as Yo made all the sushi himself. The chirashi was delicious. I ate slowly, then rode the rest of the way down Mission until I found myself on the hilltop at Daly City. It was starting to cool off by the time I made my way to the road across the mountain, and saw the lights of San Francisco spread out north of me as I wound through the pass.

I've got to take the long way home more often. I hope the weather stays nice! If it's clear, tomorrow night I'm going with some friends out past Livermore in the east bay, and we're going to watch the meteor shower.