I realize this sign is located atop of some evil yuppie Everest no-no place, but just look at that sign.  Sure, if I understood anything about typography, I might throw out some learned words justifying my admiration of this piece of perfection.  But I don't, so you'll have to just settle for my guttural take on this—that the red-on-yellow italicized whimsy of Valencia embodies the laid-back-Rhea's-sando-no-hands-on-the-handlebars spirit of the street far better than some dumb white-and-black blocky sign.

Amirite?