First Trip on the Cable Car

Rai, most tourists spend a week or so in San Francisco. A rushed, whirlwind type tour makes 3 days a good amount of time to visit most of the key sights and attractions. Well, I've been taking it a bit slower than most. I've been a tourist in San Francisco for about 1489 days now.
My tour of the city began way back in 2001 when I stopped here for a week on my way to Japan. Then, in late 2003, I followed your Mom here and made it past a suspicious group of Customs Officers with a mere 1-month visa in my Passport. A month only? That's hardly enough time to settle down with the love of your life and decide what you want to do for the rest of your life.
Naturally, your Mom and I decided to get married 23 days into that 1-month visa so that I could remain in S.F. instead of being shipped back to Canada.
So, I've lived here for 5 years now and despite all those days in San Francisco and I still consider myself a tourist in this wonderful city. My curiosity has not yet been satiated as, still, your Mom and I are able to discover something new, exciting and interesting every time we go out in search of adventure in the city.
Although, I've explored just about every alley and lane in this city, done all the standard tourist stuff, and seen every major attraction from every possible angle, there was one marquee San Francisco must-do tourist attraction that I didn't experience until just 2 days ago and that is to ride one of the city's historic cable cars along one of the three remaining routes in downtown San Francisco.
So, although the title of this story may imply your first ride on a cable car (which it was), it also celebrates my first ride too! It took me 8 years to get on and ride a cable car. Can you believe it?! And, how was it? Fantastic! I loved every second of it (and so did you!). It was everything I had hoped it would be.
We took the route that begins at Powell and Market in the heart of downtown S.F., travels uphill towards Nob Hill, then along Hyde Street over the crest of Russian Hill, and down Hyde into the Marina and right to the waterfront. Our red and green cable car with its old wooden benches rattled up the hills and offered us marvelous views the entire way. Halfway during the trip, the folks in front of us hopped off so I was able to fulfill my long-time dream of hanging off the side of the cable car as we rolled downhill.
Will I wait another 8 years before I ride again? No way! The extra ticket we have left over from the trip will guarantee that I'll be making the trip sometime soon again.