Transported SF is on a roll (but doesn't fucking roll on Shabbos)

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By Molly Freedenberg

It's about time to talk about TransportedSF, not just because they have another kickass event coming up June 21, but because their sexy little crew dubbed "The Nomads" just graced a page in our equally sexy Scene Magazine (on newstands last week, and online for, well, ever.)

So. Here's the deal with the Transported crew: they're awesome. Need more information than that? Okay, fine. The idea is this: a biodiesel bus taking passengers on themed adventures throughout the city, from hosted dinners to impromptu outdoor DJ parties to movie nights. The bus picks you up at the Rite Spot, gives you a night to remember, and drops you back off at a reasonable hour. You drink, play, or simply don't have to worry about driving. In exchange, you pay a nominal fee.

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The view inside -- part lounge, part partymobile. The very back of the bus acts as a dance floor or movie screen, depending on the night's theme (and the time of night).

The guys at the helm (literally and metaphorically) are Jens-Peter Jungclaussen (yes, he's German), who has traditionally used his bus (named Das Frachtgut, meaning "The Good Freight," though Jungclaussen might change it to something English mouths can better pronounce) for educational and corporate events; and Alxndr Warnow, a DJ, promoter, and photographer who's worked with Jungclaussen for more than two years. Most importantly, these guys are fun. Which pretty much guarantees their events are fun. Case in point? Our Big Lebowski tour a few weeks ago.

The night started, as most Transported SF events do, at the Rite Spot. At first, it was hard to tell who was there for the bus and who wasn't -- until a girl in a bathrobe and another in a harsh red wig and a long blue housedress walked in. After all, we'd been encouraged to dress up in Lebowski-esque costumes in honor the cult classic. None of my crew had had the energy to do so, but we were heartened to see some others were - if for no other reason than we knew who to follow to get on the bus.

The orange and white funmobile arrived, as promised, right around 8pm. We paid our $10 (Are you kidding me? That's all this costs?) and got the high tech stamps (okay, they were hand-drawn Sharpie pictures) that ensured our place on the bus.

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You're either on the bus or you're off the bus. Or sometimes, the bus is on you.

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Getting picked up outside the Rite Spot, where the bartender was drinking White Russians. Coincidence...? Probably.

Then we piled on with our ragtag peers: everyone in their 20s or 30s, some looking very Financial District and some very Mission (or maybe Polk Gulch), and most somewhere in between. We were all excited, especially to settle in to the white leather cushions lining the walls couch-style and start eyeing the cooler full of drinks for sale (beer, wine, basic cocktails, and tonight, of course, the Dude's favorite, White Russians).

As the sun began to set, driver Jens set off for the 280 and our host Alxndr welcomed us. Then the cream-and-Kahlua concotions started making the rounds in neon plastic cups, but it wasn't quite party time yet. Something about the bus was so soothing, like a school field trip you actually want to be on.

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Our fearless leader, Jens. (Say it, "Yens.")

I watched out the window as we pulled up to Ocean Beach, a place I'm almost embarrassed to admit I hadn't visited since moving here in February. But then I remembered I grew up on the beach and excused myself for my previous lack of shoreline enthusiasm. Besides, I figured, I'm here now. Plus, there was something special about my first visit being unexpected. After all, you never know exactly where you're going to end up when you climb on with the Transported SF crew...

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First stop: Watching the sun set at Ocean Beach.

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'Course, it sure was purty.

Once we'd appreciated the passing of time and wonder of nature, it was time to get our party -- and our Big Lebowski -- on. The drinks flowed more freely. The mood got more festive. And we stopped outside the De Young for movie viewing (inside the bus) and outdoor bowling (outside, on the sidewalk). The whole thing managed to feel both casual and organized at the same time, and we were all free to go between activities at will. My favorite part? the fact that the bowling balls were bouncy.

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Outdoor bowling at the DeYoung.

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A reveller (above) dressed as Bunny Lebowski (below).
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(Remember when Tara Reid was a hot, young, rising star? Poor girl...)

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Some of us bowled. Some watched the movie. Some just used statues as giant hobby horses.

By the time the movie was over and we were leaving Golden Gate Park, we'd already had a full evening of fun and frollick, including a chance to meet new people (which became easier as the drinks...I mean, the night...wore on). Though the bus stopped at Beat Church (held at Shine on Thursday nights) on the way to the Rite Spot, no one got off the bus. None of us seemed to need more stimulation than we'd already gotten.

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Alxndr and Jens taking us home again, home again (jiggity jog).

So would I do it again? In a heartbeat. It's fun. It's cheap. It guarantees the unexpected. Plus, I want to see these guys succeed. The next movie night is an evening of Hollywood blockbusters on July 5, in honor of Independence Day. But first, check out their dining event on Thursday, June 21, featuring a beautiful locale, candelit tables on the bus, and dinner served (this time around) by Emmy's Spaghetti Shack for just under $37. Do I hear "perfect date"? I think I do.

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