Unfortunately, we weren't able to visit the Underground Gardens in Fresno--it's not open on Mondays. Fortunately, we did one thing right: we called ahead before leaving the Bay area.
No, we didn't get into a crash. The sign just reminded me of the damn Fisher-Price bell on the Whipped Cream bike, which dinged unpredictably from time to time (just as it had done on the way to & from Burning Man--as Mark Simple will no doubt describe in his Burning Man '97 story). I kept meaning to stuff something into it, but everytime we stopped, that thought somehow evaporated from my brain.

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