Mission Mission

Parallel parking a lo-rider actually looks like a lot of fun!

[Photo by Aaron Mitchell, local badass and Lady Gaga tipster]

But really though — big bikes, small cars, what is going on around here?  Isn’t anything proportional anymore?

The old feud.  Who will win?  Parking in the Mission is a nightmare.  I had a car when I first moved to the neighborhood.  After my first week living here, I had amassed 3 parking tickets and quickly decided that having a car in the Mission is a luxury reserved for royalty and visiting heads of state.  Many years of bicycling later, I’m quite pleased with my decision, even if day trips to Point Reyes are a lot more difficult to pull off now.

Sharp.

Pirate Rolls Royce.

In case you were wondering how I really messed up my shoulder.

15th and Guerrero

MM reader Missy writes in to tell about her harrowing experience this morning:

This morning I was riding down Chavez on my way to my house… minding
my own business… about to hit the bike lane near the on ramps when
all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye…. a red… thing….
coming *WHAM* car hits the entire left side of my bike throwing me
from it onto the pavement.  Driver stopped… even a witness stopped.
Everyone was very nice, and after much back and forth about putting me
in an ambulance I rode my jacked up bike back to my home.

Now, the reason I am writing to you is because I think that even
though Chavez is boarder line NOT the mission…. I believe we need to
bring awareness to how UNSAFE it is to bike there.

WE NEED BIKE LANES.

I definitely agree with her, having been hit before myself.  Luckily, change is underway!

In the meantime, I like to take the way more chill but way less convenient 26th Street as an alternative.

[Photo by darren_mirfield]

Gnar!!

Bernalwood has the full story here.

Cowabunga Dudes!  Free pizza inside, right?

Sadly, no.  Turtle soup.  Looks like the turtles themselves couldn’t even pass this godforsaken level (can you?).  And that’s even after that blasted damn!

Look at this shot by local photographer Austin Kamps! Look at the shadows! Look at the light! Look at the composition!

Look at the subject matter! Look at 24th Street! Look at those fins! Look at those balloons!

Do you suppose the bummed-out birthday girl is in the backseat there, looking bummed? Yes.