A friend of mine and I were walking up Haste Street in Berkeley a few years previous, and we were about to jaywalk and so turned our heads to scan busy traffic. We saw Leviathan looming up Haste, taking up the whole street, slowly moving up the road. We recognized the bus, but she knew the bus and people better than me, and we waved and shouted hello, running and skipping along side as if we were kids following a circus wagon. Leviathan lumbered on and up the grade slowly, crossed Telegraph, and settled into a huge parking spot. That was the day People's Park was beginning to be planted with flowers and gardens.
I would miss seeing Leviathan, you see.