The NY Times (teaming up with illustrator extraordinaire Wendy MacNaughton) took a look at the Wiggle yesterday, teaching East Coasters how we manage our elevation problem:

The first time I set out along the Wiggle, I carried a wrinkled receipt with the street names scrawled in blue ink on the back: Fell, Scott, Haight, Pierce, Waller, Steiner, Duboce. Through the first few turns, I checked and rechecked my cheat-sheet, but by mid-Wiggle, I realized that no cheat-sheet was necessary. The flattest route was obvious — in fact, it was marked on the pavement with faded arrows — and more important, the flow of bikers was thickening.

This, even more than its flatness, is the power of the Wiggle. It’s a funnel. I rode my bike to work most mornings after that, and I always looked forward to the effect. I’d start out alone, pushing up that shallow grade. Next I’d curl through the corner of Golden Gate Park and into the long green strip of the Panhandle, where I’d pick up a few fellow travelers. And then, the thickening: I would zigzag through the Wiggle, gaining new companions block by block, and emerge onto Market Street in possession of a posse, an impromptu bicycle gang, a protective cohort.

Read on.

Following Tuesday's controversial report on cyclists running stop signs on the Wiggle, KRON's “sleeping bear” Stanley Roberts returned to the scene of the shoddy journalism to instigate cyclists once again.  And, adorably, Stanley was somewhat surprised by reaction he got from the crowd.

Apparently, he wasn't all to pleased with the LASHING he got on Twitter and Uptown, so he went back to the Wiggle to get bent out of shape all over again.

Exhibit A.

After complaining about being labeled anti-bike (he is) and taking issue with people telling him to start picking on cars, he brushed off his detractors by saying, “What is this, the fifth grade? Why is everyone pick-in' on meee?”

Now Stanley is showing the middle finger meanies who's boss with a renewed war on bikers: no more headphones or ear buds because they're unsafe (or maybe not)—“end of discussion.”  And this sleeping bear, woken up by the pokes of Wiggle riders behaving badly, is putting these hardened criminals on notice:

Sometime over the last few weeks, the cartographers over at Google came to the sensible realization that Mission streets are for bikes, not cars and horse-drawn carts.  And with that realization came the slow abandonment of those old, dated street names in favor of new, proper bike-centric street names that are just as confusing as our Muni lines.

Rejoice!

Following up on Saturday's accident at the Zeitgeist bike corral that saw 30+ rides wrecked, the SF Bike Coalition learns that victims can go to Mission Station to file an insurance claim:

The SF Bicycle Coalition has confirmed with the Mission Police Station that the driver of the vehicle did stop and provide their insurance information.  If your bicycle was one of the bikes damaged in the crash, go to the Mission Police Station and provide a description of your bike. You will receive a case number and details to file an insurance claim.

Now we get to wait and see if the city will bother to replace the month-old corral, or just chalk it up to bad planning.