
Here's a truck with no name. It sits only a mile or two east of Jack London Square on a lonely stretch of road. Who eats here? Dockworkers? People about to get on the freeway? The homeless?
There's certainly a lot to love about Taco trucks. I feel like they are the the closest things to the street food I've eaten in other countries. It's an interesting American take that fills an important gap. Right?

Much like how fast food and liquor stores are often the only businesses in poor neighborhoods, I started to notice the same was true about taco trucks deep in East Oakland. I've an acquaintance who recently referred to a school he worked at out in East Oakland as a "warzone". While I need to be careful about these types of descriptions, it does inform the reader about the absolute break down in social services in East Oakland. I don't know how easy it is to celebrate taco trucks in such an environment.

I do feel strange stopping my bike to snap photos of signs such as this that I find aesthetically pleasing when the neighborhoods they exist in are crime ridden and dysfunctional.

Here's another unlikely truck selling in between the coliseum and San Leandro. Cars, trucks, and BART whizzed by and dust got in my eyes. Behind me was a Latino man selling bags of oranges outside of a scrap yard. Day laborers shuffled home or to nowhere in particular. Nobody was buying tacos. Yes, these trucks to fill a void, but this void is far bigger than what a taco truck can fill.
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