In the Muni lot at California and Sutter, buses lie like hibernating bears or sleeping rollie-pollies. The lot can be seen best from above, along the hill of Masonic. I like to take this route to the 38 after going to Trader Joe's, even though it is out of the way and the buses can only be seen by peering through a fence and pulling aside the thicket. There is something benign and endearing about them in this dormant state; they seem incapable of any kind of motion until one is roused to consciousness, then rumbles off sleepily toward Fulton or Geary. 

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