— By Ed Stevenson |
I don't know much about lowrider culture, so I can't really make any puns or snarky commentary about Haculla's latest work for your amusement. Even so, it's nice to see trippy lowriders with Christine-esque headlights get some love on the side of Emily's Spaghetti Shack.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
An anonymous reader sent this in:
24th BART. Bunch of cops, stairs closed, something covered in a yellow tarp. Body? What's going on?
Not sure, but this tweet confirms something is up:
Update: Mission Local has more:
A 60 year-old man collapsed on the platform of the 24th Street BART this morning. He was dead by the time that paramedics arrived.
It’s still being determined whether he died of a heart attack, or from complications caused by the fall.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I thought one of the perks of having a bike was not having to take Muni? Regardless, awesome.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
MrEricSir spotted this baller (sorry) art car on Valencia the other day:
On my way to Four Barrel, I came across this rather, um, unusual bowling-themed art car. It was a little Fiat with bowling pins that went in and out of the side of the car.
The pins going in and out of the car is no joke. Eric's video of it shows the pins twisting and oscillating in and out of the car, even while parked and shut off. I'd imagine it is fantastic in bed.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This new BART pen is totally the jam. Not only can you click it, dissemble it and struggle to put it back together while bored in a meeting, it has this crrrrayy-zee system map spring-loaded scroll. Fun for days!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Reader Neb fills us in on Alamo Square's neighbor's secret tricks to avoid a street sweeping ticket without abandoning a valuable parking spots:
As DPW was doing street sweeping on my block, some woman was just idling her car on the sidewalk. DPT just drove right by without even giving a notice to this lady, ticketed the car parked on the street directly in front of her, and continued on. Then the sweeper passed, she backed her car onto the street, parked it and left. fuck
Still glad I don't own a car.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Muni Diaries just shared this gripping tale of a man's first ride on Muni and the coversation he eavesdropped in on:
GIRL 1: Crap, you know what? I don’t think I have any more pills.
GIRL 2: Really? I thought Chris still had some from the knee thing?
GIRL 1: Nooo, those are long gone. I’m talking about from what Julie had left.
GIRL 2: Oh! Did I tell you what me made Jeff do last month? We were at (some bar I don’t remember the name of) and decided we needed some Vicodin. Nobody had any so we convinced Jeff to go to the ER and get some.
GIRL 1: Shut. the Fuck. Up. Did it work?
GIRL 2: Yeah we just told him to make something up, so we found a clinic within walking distance and he walked in and put “Gout” on the form they handed him. Voila! Vics.
GIRL 1: Huh. (thinks for a second) What’s gout?
GIRL 2: Um, I actually don’t know.
Read on to find out about the guy's subsequent tweeting troubles.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I haven't owned a car in years, so I'm pretty oblivious to the scarcity of parking in San Francisco. However, I guess parking in the Mission is quickly turning into a big pain in the ass: Willie Brown bitches about it, SFMTA says that 30% of cars driving on SF's roads are actively looking for parking, and I've been seeing more people holding spots than I have in years past. Then there was this scene the other night, which actually required some third party peace negotiators to mediate the parking fight.
In short, the girl holding something like 5 handbags and wearing bright white shoes was standing in a spot outside of Beauty Bar, holding it for her friend. The driver of the Aztec showed up and began to park his car as if the girl wasn't there. The girl, generally indifferent, looked up from her iPhone as his bumper inched closer to her to yell “I'm standing here!,” and then went back to thumbing her cell. The driver lowered his window, yelled back “I'm parking here!,” and the back and forth went on from there. Eventually a delegation of space savies experts rolled up from the sidewalk and convinced the guy to move along, asserting that it was her space because she was standing in it. However, it took a few minutes of the guy protesting about “how hard it is to park around here.”
Glad I learned how to ride a bike.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
If you missed the César Chávez Parade and Festival this weekend, you missed out on a bunch of dancing, live music, street eats, mural painting, and mayoral candidates begging for support (for more coverage on all this, check out Junk Thief and Bluoz). While all that was fun, the real highlight of the day was the lowrider segment of the parade, particularly this Lincoln's paintjob. Ignoring the irony of this vehicle honoring a man who fought for farm worker's rights and living wages, I can't help but look at this and be reminded of “Selleck Waterfall Sandwich”, only this is “Busty Women, Waterfall, Jermaine Dupri Lyric.”
A beautiful intersection of internet and lowrider culture, really.
