Our parking garage -- a shoddy metal hunk of junk -- is currently housed by one commercial tenant, an east bay construction dude, and the Gas Guys, who run a veggie grease filling station, complete with french-fry oil pump and bio-diesel conversion tactics. The cast of characters that filler up from vegrev in their worn VW vans, old Mercedes boats and occasional brand new bug makes for a sure-fire San Fran scene. Yes, our corner is green, but it's also greasy.
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