Car Pool Log: 2006 06-01

Rode in with Ashley again this Thursday morning. Picked up Second Passenger, female, pleasant. Nothing much to note in this ride. Ashley began the ride on her cell phone, telling her housemate how she forgot to pay rent. The fog this morning was thick and eerie. Seeing the gray on the otherside of Treasure Island from one end of the tunnel looked like burning rubber smoke, as though there were an explosion or an accident. Rolling over the eastern span of the bridge was like something out of a fantasy or sci-fi flick, as though we were driving into a kind of unknown, into the Nothing.