Here it is:
But look, two people going in who AREN’T security guards. I’ve never seen that. So call that a nibble.
Hey, maybe this was a bad idea?
I’m sure you all know all about the No Left Turn and the rarer No Right Turn, but this here is about the No Straight at 6th Street on Market Street inbound.
Now of course this enforcement action wasn’t an actual sting operation as:
Take a look – if you can’t see dude standing in the street with the sun at your back, well, you’ve got issues, Gentle Reader:
Of course, the fishing’d be easier in the AM but this was in the afternoon. Here comes Victim #1, blithely motoring straight through, as people have done for more than a century:
Cop springs into the slow lane…
…and then informs the driver of the new-ish rule. But get this – popo let him off with just a warning. FIN.
That’s story #1.
Story #2 is shorter. Through the intersection…
…and then after a 30-second chat…
…out comes the ticket book. That’s (at least) $238 for starters, but the real-life cost could get up to something like $1000-something what with the court fees and possible increase insurance costs and whatnot.
Anyway, FIN for Story #2.
I’m surprised the cops are still just warning people in 2017, JMO.
(Six by Six, the Number of the Beast.)
The shrouding is now gone so feast your eyes upon Frisco’s newest shopping mall, 6×6 (The password for this site is amazonsucks, you know, possibly, just guessing here.)
Apparently, this glass box is going to Change Everything in Mid-Market.
Oh, here’s something, written by an out-of-towner who has no fucking idea what we’re dealing with here:
“Planned for a neglected center city block, Market Street Place aims to transform an economically underutilized area into a lively, safe and shopper-friendly neighborhood. This urban project will showcase five levels of retail, totaling 230,000 square feet. The façade combines layers of clear and translucent glass with mirror patterning that will capture fragmented images of the street life while giving a peek into the development’s interior activities. The exposed inner workings of the building are aimed at helping restore and revitalize the streetscape.”
Streetscape? Prose like this gags, non? When this place gets torn down and replaced, the new architect will talk about how terrible it was. Not that it is, but really it’s just a building, right? It’s not going to affect the situation on the ground all that much, right?
Anyway, we’ll see.
I can’t recall the last time I’ve seen this – a pizza delivery in the Western Addition flats, on McAllister near Fillmore. This has been a no-go area for some pizza places in Frisco for a long time. There’s a long history of this kind of delivery redlining – see some of it here, or even more here.
(IMO, Friendship Village(s) = The Projects.)
Here’s one current delivery map. It’s a tad embarrassing, you know, for all of us in Frisco, so you now have to request persimmon (Mmmm… persimmon) from the owner/manager of Amici’s Pizza to see it – that’s how embarrassing it is.
I’m not saying that this part of McAllister Street is particularly dangerous and I’m also not saying that big-city pizza delivery is particularly safe, I’m just saying I can’t ever recall seeing a Domino’s delivery in this area, in all my years.
That’s right, our First Amendment prevents local regulation, pretty much.
So there’s nothing to stop the crush of these orange Boost ads from circling and circling during rush hour.
We would circle and we’d circle and we’d circle to stop and consider and centered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up and our wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here county, hell, any county, it’s just like heaven here, and I was remembering and I was just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that I headed for I had my goggles pulled off; I knew it all, I knew every back road and every truck stop…
Here it is, not too far from notorious 6th Street, a Vision of the Future:
(Complete with smiling peasants, Comrade. This woman prolly scored some happy drugs around the corner on Golden Gate Ave.)
I had to “enhance” the illustration to see what was going on here, but this sure looks like a riveting game of sidewalk chess, which used to be a scene close to 5th Street and which then got kicked over to the other side of 6th Street and which then got regulated out of existence.
But along with the chess came sidewalk craps, shielded from view by the chess people. Other things came along with the chess as well and that’s what led to its demise. One wonders why our City Family kicked the chess ppl out from 5th and Market in the first place…
I’ll tell you, back in the day the SFMTA and its predecessors wanted people to use 7th Avenue, but look at this – stop-and-go traffic the likes of which I’ve never seen afore in the Inner Sunset:
(Man, 9th Avenue flows better than this, and that’s saying something.)
I’ll tell you, 6th Avenue is a triple beam lyrical dream compared to 7th these days. 6th Avenue has four-way stop signs from Lincoln all the way up to Lawton, so why wouldn’t people just use 6th if this is the way 7th is going to be?
Are the residents of 7th Avenue a protected class, and these rarely-used suicide lanes are designed to make up for past discrimination? Did they sue and get a consent decree? Boy, it sure looks that way.
Our SFMTA Gods Must Be Crazy…
This is the scene from two days back, southbound 6th Ave betwixt Cabrillo and Balboa.
I’m assuming the bike rider got a ticket, ‘specially since he seemed to be ignoring the cop even after siren whooped once, and then again.
And here’s the thing – Bro slowed way down for the stop sign, on a pretty big slope, he showed respect for the stop sign, about as much as the typical car driver would have. Even so, the Richmond Station cop on the dirt bike pulled him over anyway. See?
I myself, heading north, back to The City, didn’t have a chance to come to a complete stop before I heard the whoop-whoop noise, but I certainly did after.
Anyway, here’s the thing – the cyclist either didn’t see the cop coming west on Cabrillo OR the cyclist ignored the cop ’cause he didn’t think he’d get pulled over.
If I were the cyclist coming downhill, I DEFINITELY would have seen the cop and I certainly would have come to a complete stop once I saw the cop.
Gentle Reader, how many people living today have more time on a bike in SF County the past quarter-century than I? Precious few, I’ll tell you. Junior the Bike Messenger, certainly, and most of your career-level SF messengers, and some of the “founders” of Critical Mass still living in town, certainly. And, due to a couple somewhat-SFMTA/MUNI-related mishaps, this has been a bad year. However, I’m still in the 99th percentile, and I’ll tell you:
You gotta show respect for the po-po, unless you want to spend hundreds and thousands on tickets over your lifetime on a bike in Frisco.
Is this two-faced? I suppose. But what do you want me to do? I California stop on bikes, and in cars. It depends on the circumstances. And one of the big circumstances is if a cop is right there looking at you. Of course one should be looking around all the time anyway, for other bikes, for cars, trucks, peds, everything
Admittedly, bikes were (seemingly) invisible to the SFPD back in the 80’s and 90’s, so I had a bit of an advantage over the riders of today. But my biggest advantage is paying attention – that’s the key.
Anyway, that’s why I have more miles and fewer citations than the average…