The bright sun and the warmth of the California air hits us as soon as we walk out the door of the CRJ-200 on the tarmac of San Francisco International Airport.
We ride the courtesy shuttle to baggage claim, then walk the short distance to the front door of the terminal where a taxi is ready waiting for us. Only a few seconds later we are gliding away down Highway 101 heading towards the City.
"Of course that's where the climax of the movie takes place, " I reminded Red, pointing back at the airport. "It's where Frank Bullitt kills Johnny Ross. Of course they've remodeled the entrance since then."
Later as we pass the exit to Candlestick Park, I point out the place where Bullitt pulls over in the Mustang to let Cathy puke, after she's seen the corpse in the motel room in San Mateo.
I point out a few other places from the movie as the cab driver weaves through the thickening traffic that is trying to get to downtown. We exit on 7th Street, and the driver asks me to clarify the address so he can find it on his iPhone. He hands me the phone in the back seat to make sure he is going to the right destination---55 Cyril Magnin Street, just off Market near Union Square.
When we are finally at the hotel we check in early and go up to our room on the sixth floor. It is just past two o'clock in the afternoon. We are in our room only five minutes before we leave again and head down to the lobby. We are not yet late, but I want to get to the show with plenty of time.
Outside the hotel the doorman motions a cab for us, which like the one at the airport, seems to materialize for us immediately.
From the back seat I tell the driver our destination. "The Castro Theatre, please."
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