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Last week I backed my van up to the barrier on the north side of the street to get my kayak down. There was a nice alley between the kelp and the big drain structure to pull the yak through with no rods on it. Another trip for the rods and tackle. When I got back to the van after the second trip a meter maid dude was zooming in to write me a ticket. I hopped in before he came to a full stop and drove away, but he had his ticket machine out and seemed to be punching in my plate number. I still don't know if I got a ticket.
Anyway, the launch is accesible but watch out for the frustrated city worker whose wife slaps him around at home. He'll take it out on you!
I hate those bastards. Don't even get me started on the 1st and 3rd Thursday bullshit. I need a better insult for him than meter maid dude. How about meter malemaid? Meter shemale? Meter girlieman? I think I could use some help here.
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