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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Car Pool Log: 2006 07-05

Dark gray Silverado, four-door pick-up with a steel cabin in the bed. Sat in the front assuming that since the vehicle was a truck we would just drive off but we picked up Second Passenger. Driver had shoulder length brown hair, tough hands, dusty construction pants and boots. In the cubby in-between our seats was a stapler, some pens and pencils. A pale red/pink Mossimo hat. Listened to NPR radio. Driver dropped us off on the eastern end of the San Francisco Bus Terminal. It was dark and I had a difficult time finding the door handle out. We both had a laugh at the situation. He may or may not have had an Australian or New Zealand accent.

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