WIth who the studio deemed as “the white Jeff”, my spaz co-worker, Lash, and I biked to Kristine’s gallery opening reception. With Treasure Island on fire, you can imagine the Bay Bridge was crazy backed up and with two hyperactive kids on fixed gear bikes, you can imagine how much fun the two of us were having weaving through gridlocked traffic like our own little New York.
Somewhere around 5th and Brannan, we saw a lady straddling some dude while he was driving in traffic. They were sloppily making out and other cars were honking for blocking the middle of the intersection, just off the freeway offramp. I suggested to weave through traffic to take a picture and blog it. I zigzagged through traffic to catch up and ride alongside the black pickup truck only to discover that they had in fact stopped making out in exchange for another act of intimacy. The truck at the time was stopped, windows were rolled down, and all I saw was mid-penetration and heavy pelvic thrusting,
On multiple occasions I’ve spotted couples making out while driving on the freeway. They were in their respective seats, buckled up. No biggie. But I’ve never seen couples making out while straddling the driver, let alone having sex with the driver, while driving, windows down, through gridlocked traffic, in 90 degree San Francisco heat. I applaud the effort and the uncontrollable desire to exchange carnal passions, but humping the driver while driving is dangerous; and accidental pregnancies aren’t always an enjoyable thing either.
