Smart people arrive three hours early to tailgate. That’s the pro move. You get a decent spot, a cold drink, and a hot dog from a stranger’s grill. But if you’re like me, you show up 20 minutes before kickoff, and you’re parking near the Berkeley Rose Garden—which is lovely, but it’s a 25-minute uphill hike to the stadium.
That walk is character-building. You’ll pass joggers, dogs, and that one guy who yells, “Go Bears!” at you from his porch. By the time you get to your seat, you’ve already burned off your nacho calories. It’s a win-win, I guess.
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The Escape Plan
The game ends, and the real fun begins: the exodus. It’s like 40,000 people all decided to leave at the exact same second. Traffic doesn’t move; it just vibrates. You’ll sit in your car for an hour, listening to the post-game show on the radio, wondering if you’ll ever see your family again.
One time, I was stuck in the parking garage for so long that I made a new friend—a guy named Dave from Fresno. We talked about the game, our kids, and the ridiculousness of the parking situation. By the time we finally got out, we were practically brothers. Parking at Cal is less about transportation and more about building community trauma.
