It seems like yesterday--back when Valencia Street was created in 2007--when the finest of bicycles would be locked to a prime railing such as this one. But see, this is what happens when two fixies get realll drunk and decide they love each other very much. One legendary hangover and nine months later, the finest bike parking in the building is home to three strollers locked to it.
Is this grisly scene at the corner of 18th and Valencia a harbinger of what's to come?
Anyway, I'm looking forward to the day that we can all gawk at the epic stroller piles outside of Pop's.