Many citizens poach the race in strange costumes and sprint along with the official participants for a little while until the novelty wears off.
Somewhere between the starting gate and the finish line lies Golden Gate Park where about 1/3 of San Francisco ends up completely wasted all before 10 A.M.
The rest of the day is pretty damn funny. There's a strange mixture of naked babes running around screaming about cigarettes and creepy naked men who let their cruddy grey dinks flap around against their fanny packs.
So to you my friends; I present a treasure map.
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