I remember riding at least one cable car during my San Francisco visit in 2006.

It seemed like a novelty to me at the time—something I'd only seen in Rice-A-Roni TV commercials as a kid.

I was less into trains back then than I am now—so I wanted to re-experience this mode of public transport upon my return visit to SF earlier this year.

Trying to get around in the rain with a bum foot made the cable car a necessity this time around.

This time around, there was something else at the top of my list, too: the city's cable car museum, which I had no clue about until after I'd returned home to NYC from my SF trip, nearly 20 years ago.

Sure, I wanted to learn about the history of cable cars—but this is no ordinary historical museum.