A very San Francisco weekend

...involves a sluggish 18 holes at the Chuck Corica Golf Complex - and then a curious but fruitless 15-minute internet search to try and find out who, exactly, Chuck Corica is.  But this particular two-day-back-to-backer, the third weekend in May, turned out to revolve around something even more interesting than my triple-digit golf score.

That thing was the annual Bay To Breakers 12k - a plodding march of revelry-bordering-on- public-indecency, thinly disguised as a foot race from one end of town to the other.  

In the actual race component, the top three finishers turned out to be from (surprise) Africa, each finishing with an average mile time of under five minutes.  Yawn.  Behind the runners oozed a less aerobically-inclined crowd of 50,000+ (me included).  Imagine if the Rose Parade and Oktoberfest got together and had a child (as a friend of mine wisely offered, though, at least there are restrictions on who can participate in a parade).  

Who are these people? (Link is unrelated, but still wonderful)

It's live action Mario Kart!  Balloons and all!  

Above all, I loved the mock protesters - picketing the physical act of running.