Mission Mission

Not only did this fellow manage to park on the corner, but he also found a way to block a fire hydrant as well.

Kudos, sir.

Frog was saving this spot for someone else but was tragically crushed by a mysterious maniacal motorist who yelled, “No savesies!”

Spotted on Valencha.

First somebody takes out a stoplight on South Van Ness, and now this. Our pal Russell Quinn shares the skinny:

I was walking back to my home on Valencia and Duboce this morning around 12:30am, where I discovered a car on top of a fire hydrant. I’m guessing it was either a drunk driver or a ditched stolen car—none of the bystanders seemed to know—but the water pressure was insane. The whole block is flooded.

Russell shot a pair of short films on the topic:

Hmmm, maybe that’s more of an eliptical machine than a cycling contraption, but in any case, someone is very concerned with their fitness.

Previously:

Bicycle Thief or Bicycle Enthusiast?

Street Justice

[via Cool Bitch]

Allegedly, of course. Mission Local spent a recent evening with some parking attendants at a garage near 16th and Valencia. Here’s an excerpt:

8 p.m.

John walks over and tells me he’s been here for 11 years, since the garage has been open.

“I’ve seen it all,” he sighs. “This very bad neighborhood.”

John says most of their valet customers are from the East Bay. Not all of them are friendly. He says people from Oakland like to come to the garage on their way to sell drugs around 16th and Mission.

“They park here,” he says. “I see what they’re doing. I’m not stupid!”

Read on.

We’ve noticed more and more of these decommissioned parking enforcement vehicles around the neighborhood over the past year or so being driven by regular people like you and me.  In fact, most of the time they happen to be doing the opposite of parking enforcement, as this fellow here so clearly demonstrates.  However, not all Cushmans are created equal, as this well-kept example used to be in the service of the Bureau of Street Cleaning & Urban Forestry.

That’s right–the Department of Public Works used to have a Bureau of Urban Forestry.  I wonder what sort of forestry qualifies as “urban”?  But that’s not all!  Inside the cockpit (btw, someone definitely needs to open a bar in the Castro called the Cockpit), you’ll also find evidence of a celestial co-pilot.

Of course, I suppose that just means the devil is his navigator.

Previously:

San Francisco is Cushman Crazy

Mystery Cushman Spotted?

Mystery Drunken Golf Cart?

Even though our vaunted Indian summer hasn’t been as spectacular as in years past, that hasn’t stopped everyone from taking their tops off.  Take these ambitious folks for instance, who optimistically decided it was time for a DIY convertible and let the sparks fly on a recent sunny Sunday afternoon.  Xzibit would be proud.

[via Do Vulcan Tits Defy Logic?]

… either that, or there are some bad drivers near the Zeitgeist bike racks.

Zeitgeist is up for best SF bar in some poll by SFist, by the way. They are up against Smuggler’s Cove, which has fruity tropical drinks and pirate stuff. Fair comparison? Vote for them, if they haven’t already alienated you with their surly demeanor.