The sun was just starting to peek over the mountains so I pulled over to stretch my legs. It was 6 am.
I had only been driving for about an hour, but I had never come to this part of the Bay Area before. Right over the Golden Gate Bridge and down towards Stinson Beach I had dropped off a passenger.
Perhaps it was his “ride of shame” after a late night of partying? Or maybe he was going to some secret yoga studio retreat before the stock market opened at 6:30 am.
As an Uber driver, what my passengers did at unusual hours was always left up to the imagination.