Mission Mission

It’s still totally gorgeous, you guys. When was the last time you made it out there?

You know you’ve been meaning to make a trip, maybe bring that friend of yours who’s never been? Do it to it!

Why can’t we get something like this going in the Mission!?

Oh, because it’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen? That makes sense.

I put out a thinly-veiled request for someone to postcard-ize the awesome picture of SF comedians in Dolores Park, and reader “someJuan” delivered.

There were a couple more attempts in the comments, but let’s face it, someJuan clearly did the best job… and he did it all on MS Paint on Windows 3.1! The guy has skills is what I’m saying.

I saw this shipwreck the other day on the way out to Pt. Reyes. There was some stuff inside:

You guys! Kite Hill is awesome! As this photo by Victoria Smith makes abundantly clear! It’s kind of a haul, but it’s worth it!

Here’s the question! Are the views better when it’s foggy and etheral, or when it’s clear and you can see the entire San Francisco Bay Area!?

While it remains the undeniable right for everyone on this beautiful planet to enjoy continuous access to tacos, wouldn’t you feel a bit reluctant to accept the authenticity of one being handed to you by someone named Jimboy?  I mean, seriously, Jimboy’s Tacos?  I guess if you live in Nevada City (pictured), you can’t be too choosy.

Of course, Allan says they really hit the spot, and a close inspection of their menu shows that in addition to being around for over 50 years, they serve TACO BURGERS (wha???) along with the classic super burritos and chile rellenos and stuff.  Plus, they definitely have a sense of humor, so next time I pop up here for some cabin fever fun, I’ll have to ignore the unfortunate name and give them a shot!

Previously:

Mission Burritos Hit Canada

Burrito Map

I asked Devin if he’d had any kind of formal self-defense training or anything:

No, not really. I went to military school when I was younger, but I’ve always been a badass.

Good to know. Watch your backs if you ever visit Sac I guess. And try to hang with a badass like Devin.

Previously:

Critical Mass Sacramento

Yeah we get it, snow is a magical gift of nature that looks pretty, makes passable forts, and can be sledded upon. Then you live in it and within days you realize it’s a pain in the ass. It’s cold. It gets slushy. Your face hurts and you start ducking into random stores on the street just so you can warm up enough to walk further.

Need further convincing?  Check out these luxuries we get to enjoy in our temperate neighborhood microclimate.

Riding bikes

I don’t care how “connected to the road” you feel on a fixed gear ride, nothing is “connecting” you to a thick layer of ice. Check out what those less fortunate cyclists in Seattle have to do:

Yup, those are zip tie tire chains. The innovator Fritz Rice says:

I can accelerate, brake, and corner with aplomb, even on the vile snowpack/sheet ice mix the plows leave in the bike lanes. The zip ties dig nicely into the hardest packed surfaces, but they’re thin enough not to bounce the bike around at low speed or on short pavement sections.

Bragging about being able to accelerate, brake, and corner in the winter? And here we are complaining that our butts get wet because of some puddles. By the way, if you don’t have a fender, we have our own little innovation. Bungee a folded up copy of the Examiner to your rear rack. Works great.

[Dutch Bike Co. via lifehacker]

Native Burritos

If we want a burrito, the process is simple: walk a block (or two if you want the better one), buy a burrito, and enjoy.

Apparently, this is not so easy in ski towns like Mammoth Mountain. Burritos must be imported to you on monstrosities such as this:

Think of the carbon footprint on that sucker. I feel like if I don’t comply with a valid order within 20 seconds, a machine gun turret will open up on the side and lay me to waste. I’ll bet the burritos stink, too.

[Thrillist via Laughing Squid]

Alissa reminds us that one of the benefits of living in San Francisco is proximity to Tahoe, such a wonderland in the wintertime.

The New York Times has a feature up today on a practice that would send us Missionites into a blind NO SAVESIES rage:

Elsewhere in the neighborhood, the epicenter of the parking wars that erupt here after a snowstorm, the narrow streets were lined with bar stools and coolers, end tables and shopping carts, all meant as warnings: This shoveled-out space is mine until the snow melts. Occupy it at your own risk.

Read on.

[Submitted via our Facebook page; thanks, Rebekah! ]

Previously:

No Savesies Fight