@Habu
I can relate to your experience of my native San Francisco.
I got caught up in war protests, dope and rock ‘n roll after I got out of the Army in early 1967.
And spent five years pulling grip on cable-cars (free coffee at the BV, add own Christian Brothers brandy bought by my conductor), and driving streetcars and all night (Owl) buses.
Exhilarating town. Had to make a decision to keep sleeping four hours a day and continue the buzz or get out of that beguiling town.
I left after Nixon got re-elected.
Only been back for visits since. Still get a buzz out of the place. I always bring a bicycle and pedal everywhere. My house is 12 minute ride from the Golden Gate Bridge Toll Plaza, one block off the water west of China Beach. It’s on the market. heheheheheh. Great timing.