It had to happen. The NIMBYs of San Francisco, some of the very same who killed the harmless, adorable Panhandle Bandshell, have set their sights on the historic, annual ING Bay to Breakers Footrace. So there are going to be some changes: 1. No alcohol; 2. No carts (for beer or strippers or anything else); 3. More Dumpsters; and 4. A corral system (like what they use for cattle) at the start.
Of course things got a little out of hand last year. (Admittedly.) But I’ll tell you right now, it appears the no carts rule is really going to cut down on the amount of stuff people will bring along, and that will cut down on the creativity and the fun. How will participants react? Stay tuned.
Now let’s review races past and then check out all the new rules courtesy of the most corporate Facebook page in all Christendom.
You see? The frivolous and the serious can all get along. Despite any distractions, this Autodesk centipede team of athletic nerds did very well. Click to expand.
Also count this Bay Area local among the serious. She finished way early and wouldn’t ever care a whit about all the shenanigans that come along behind. Good for her. (Note yellow police tape in the background temporarily blocking access to the only bathroom in the Panhandle – that’s curious)
Who came later? Well, all the fun people, with their beer carts and what have you. What’s wrong with that?
via Dave Shumaker
Of course, this can lead to peeing Elvises. Maybe ING should spring for more Porta Pottis (if they all haven’t been burned down by then)?
So this is what Golden Gate Park looks like after the race:
And of course there’s the inevitable MUNI meltdown, with people waiting and waiting for buses that will come, eventually:
But don’t let this new crackdown, this example of the Death of Fun, get you down. This year, make an effort to actually throw away and recycle stuff, all right? Else next year, they’ll have cattle prods to go with the chutes and corrals.
After all, Bay to Breakers isn’t just some historical race – it’s a big party for the City. Leave us not forget that the B2B is all about junior astronauts with Bono sunglasses in the middle of the street…
…and fun, in-shape, MySpace-ready, self-proclaimed WHITE TRASH PRINCESSES:
via I’m Combing My Hair
How are these people going to carry around their full drum kits, their Budweisers, their Pepsis, and all their other paraphernalia without wheeled carts? You don’t want to drive these fun folks away, right? Can’t we, the serious runners, the other participants, and the neighbors (the vast majority of whom aren’t actually NIMBYs) all try to get along? That’s something to ponder over the next few months.
[A note to serious runners: Once again, the mainstream media and ING have it wrong about the elevation profile of this race. The highest point on the course isn’t actually the top of the Hayes Street Hill near Alamo Square, it’s in freaking Golden Gate Park. This is non-trivial because it explains why you go slower than you think you will in the middle of the race. Now if people want to say that the Hayes Street Hill subjectively feels like the highest point, well then go right ahead and then I’ll never raise the issue again.]
See you there (anyway)!
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