I was at Green Apple Books on Clement. When the quake hit, I was upstairs browsing the stacks. The books *flew* off the shelves in every direction and I thought “Oh fuck, this is IT”. I bolted downstairs and ran out of the store.
Drove back home (I lived in the Haight at the time) and then got on my bike and rode around the city. Power was out and it seemed like the best thing to do. The next day, riding my bike on the closed, empty Embarcadero freeway was one of the best rides and views of the city I’ve ever had.