We pulled up to the Daly City location, where they should have already stopped, hoping to get a gauge on how far ahead they were. I jumped out and ran to the counter - "hey, did the triathlon people get here yet?" I asked. The young girl behind the counter stopped in her tracks, a large tray of tacos in her hand, and stared at me wide-eyed. Frightened. Because the last thing you want to hear when you work at a 400 square foot Taco Bell with 3 barstools is that a triathlon is planning on coming through.
To call it a triathlon is more than a stretch. One day I stumbled on this Partiful event that describes more of a Meetup from 2004, but tl;dr - "Let's eat tacos and try to not freeze in the Pacific Ocean!" No sponsors. A suggested participation fee at $25. Taco Bell did not endorse this, but it's also not the first time its poop-inducing crunchy cheese medley has inspired a weird pairing with athletics in San Francisco.
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