But sixty-plus middle-aged women dangling from ape-hanger handlebars, their modified Hogs parked along the town's half-mile drag, make for an unexpected, discombobulating weirdscape.

The chimney corner was full of cobwebs.

the prick of noon

Anyone who doesn't have a great time in San Francisco is pretty much dead to me. […] It's a two-fisted drinking town, a carnivorous meat-eating town, it's dirty and nasty and wonderful.