I left my love in San Francisco (That’s OK, I was bored anyway…)

I’ve been listening to this one of repeat pretty consistently for the past week and the more I listen to it, the more I like it. There’s something about its quirky, poppy innocence that makes it so infectious, and I can’t help but think it would work really well in a Wes Anderson film.

Plus, it just seems like the perfect complement for springtime weekend ride alongs. (And Parr, something tell me this one would be especially perfect for you :-))