I’ll tell you, area locals driving inbound on Market Street know that they shouldn’t go straight at the intersection with Sixth Street, so they look around for cops first and then proceed through.
But tourists and bridge-and-tunnel-types, well, they just can’t wrap their heads around ideas like how you can’t turn right off of inbound Market at Octavia and how you must turn right at 10th and also 6th.
Act 1: Tourists in a Mazda 3 dare to journey to the 415 to empty their pockets and pay one of the highest sales taxes in the land. Don’t you hate these fuckers already?* (Note heavily armed cop standing on Market audience right, but, no matter, the Chekhov Rule will not apply in this production.)
Act 2: Cold busted. The long arm of the law extends:
Act 3: Hundreds or thousands of dollars in court fees, DMV points, driver education classes, and/or increased insurance costs. Welcome to San Francisco, stranger:
Epilogue: Oh well.
This is every light cycle every Saturday morning. It’s fish-in-a-barrel time. You’d think the motorcycle cop would regularly hang out and rack up tickets all day long, but it probably would get boring for him. Anyway, he took off soon afterwards.
But, if he’s waiting for you, look out, tourists!
*I don’t, personally. Not at all. In fact, I feel sorry for them when they get raped or shot in the head because they don’t know where not to go. Oh well.