On Saturday, we had plans to meet up with a few people at an establishment in a "non-gentrified" section of town. While "non-gentrified" certainly has all sorts of questionable sociological implications, to us, it simply meant "It's Tempo time."
We're at a weird stage of new car ownership. We love driving our new Civic around and we're nowhere near as paranoid about scratches and dents as when we first purchased the car. However, we're still a bit hesitant to park in unfamiliar neighborhoods.
As we were getting into the Tempo, we questioned the logic of not driving the "safe car" to the city late at night. What's the point of having airbags if you're not going to drive the car with the airbags?
And why must we always be so paranoid of car theft or vandalism? Why shouldn't we give people the benefit of the doubt.
Besides, we had made plans to park in a familiar area and then walk to the destination. That way, we wouldn't have to worry about finding a parking spot. A couple weeks ago, while trying to park in North Beach on a Friday night, we were reminded just how much San Francisco is not a driver's town.
On Saturday night, neither one of us wanted to be reminded again.
Although all arguments seemed to favor us driving the Civic to The City, we remained stubbornly set on driving the Tempo.
Fast forward to six hours later.


