Gotta give it to bike thieves.  They're so dedicated to stealing some parts that they'll just up and ruin the bike itself so they can flip the remaining functional parts for spare change.  And as Ice Tubes noted, this bike prompted exploded after the hacksaw cleared the top tube.

[Ice Tubes]

On Sanchez at 16th sits a household that is REALLY INTO CHRISTMAS.  Lots of decorations, a Christmas tree that people can leave ornaments on, and a garage door covered in paper for passersby to leave their wish list to Santa on.  So, what do San Franciscans want for Christmas?  Let's take a look:

A common theme was to ask Santa for political change, societal change, and peace and love and lolcats.  It is clear that SF has lost all faith in the political process and has been forced to turn to a deity for hope.  Our God wears red, eats cookies, and gets around in a sleigh not powered by fossil fuels.  Wish lists are the new form of prayer.  Lefty O'Doul's is our megachurch.  Folsom Street Fair is our Easter Mass.

As previously mentioned, San Franciscans cannot get enough of asking for things that are not gifts, but things that I remember the bougie girl from the 'burbs asking for while stuck waiting in line to ask for a copy of DOOM, a new Redline BMX bike, and to not get in trouble next time I burned an ant hill with a can of WD-40.

Anyway, Jim E. desires some credit for incorporating idealism with something tangible.

Here we see that people want Santa to buy them a subscription to Match.com and bus fare to the SFPCA.  Also, a revolution.

Don't confuse this one.  We're not a greedy people, we just went to college where we studied philosophy, minored in computer science, spent our time taking mescaline, having sex in the President's garden, and playing Maria Kart.  Instead of moving to New Hampshire after graduation, were there are no taxes and rent is a nickel, we moved to San Francisco, where rent is our salary, the sales tax borders on 10%, and fashionable tshirts cost $29.95.

Only our jolly red God can help us now.

This set of wish lists tells you a lot about San Francisco:

1. The city has completely given up on the 49ers and are now pulling for other teams to win the Super Bowl.
2. Our choice in lovers comes down to not how much money they make, rather what instrument they played in college.
3. We're French-loving socialist scum.

Well, it does snow a lot in the North Pole (sorry).

If there is something this city wants most, it's probably sex with Christian figures in costumes.

Same as above.

Also of note, what is cut off on the right is “A BIG FAT…. ….BLUNT!”  I think the entrepreneurs out there can see a growing demand for a drug and cookie-based economy.

Finally, it wouldn't be a garage door in San Francisco without someone tagging over it.

Want to read the entire wall?  Full-size here.  Warning: it's a huge file.

I have no idea if this is supposed to be a seasonal sandwich or not, but Ike's Vegan Pilgrim sandwich is the jam.  Vegan turkey, hella cranberry sauce, Sriracha, soy cheese and some other salad parts combine together just like holiday leftovers should.  Also, I'd highly recommend properly cleaning your face afterwards so you do what I did and end up looking like an old man with no sandwich-eating coordination.

Even though this ticket is obviously unenforceable, Timoni admits it was probably deserved since her bike was “pretty much parked in a bush.”  Fellow bike snobs will appreciate the finer points of the ticket, such as her 20-year-old Fiori Roma being labeled as a bike from 2007 (“lolomgwtflmaorofldingdongs fucking amateurs”).  Also, no mention of its hot pink tire?  Lame.

(photo by Timoni)