I’ll tell you, the term Frisco is having a hell of a decade.
*As seen at Grant and Fresno. “Filthy Animal,” “See You In Hell,” and “FRISCO,” natch.
And look, another trike on the same block, more or less, just moments later. It’s much cheaper. (And born in Frisco, just like those people who are quite proud to tell you they’re “born and raised” here and whatnot.)
This Bieberesque couple looked like they were both 14 – I don’t know what any age cutoff might be.
And best of all, the two-stroke GOcar engines are all gone bye bye.
All right, choose your tricycle.
Like this, I suppose
Does this woman know what she’s doing? I can’t tell. Anyway, she was making her way to the intersection of Post and Webster by using a wrong-way lane. I’ve never seen this:
So, as a bike rider would feel free to pass cars queued up for a red light on the right side of the lane, she did so on the left side, except the left side in this case was eastbound Post. You can’t do that, Man!
If a car driver did this, s/he inevitably get stuck, but I guess with a scooter you can always nose your way back to where you belong with a quickness, is that the idea?
A dangerous game, IMO…
What’s this, a bunch of Bros loudly two-stroking themselves down Oak Street? Sure – you’ll hear them first, from blocks away, and then smell them later, what with the old-fashioned (and these days, widely banned) two-stroke style engines, which literally burn motor oil, by design:
Here’s a wider view. These Bros hail from the East Bay and the Central Valley, one assumes, based upon their apparel:
And in the middle of this loud scrum, it’s two members of the SFPD Motor Patrol:
Were they chasing or escorting – I couldn’t tell.
Later on, this crew tried to regroup on Masonic:
Now heading west on the sidewalks of Oak:
Leaving you with this, the last Bro I saw, GoProing his way up Fell:
Getting your motorcycle from south of the Panhandle to north could take you something on the order of two to five minutes, depending, assuming you’re not already on Masonic or something.
But cutting through on the north-south walking paths, well that’s easy as pie, ‘specially when the lights sync up nicely.
As here, where Bro didn’t even have to stop for traffic.