The Loin

The Loin - Tenderloin that is. It's a neighborhood here in SF known for it's wonderful habitants of crackheads, drug dealers, prostitutes, homeless, and in general, foul looking creatures. I swear to God once I saw a woman who looked exactly like the creature from Lord of the Rings - the one who always says "My Precious".

Anyways, I always ride through here because it's the most bike friendly/conveinent way for me to get to the other side of the city. Sometimes it's hard to ride here because of the smell though - those who roll in their fesces and sleep in their urine create such a stench that I have literally gagged on Polk Street before. Last night I was riding through on my way back from PT and stopped at a corner that held the usual Tenderloin suspects and I swear, instantly, in my head I started singing that song "the freaks come out at night"

I have no point here, nor can I relate this to the Ironman or training, but I just thought I'd give everyone a taste of what I see for a few miles in my daily rides. The freaks come out at night...the freaks come out at night