“Think barring your doors with 2x4s will keep your stuff safe in Oakland?”
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So some guy gets on a bus and starts loudly pattering about how he’s a tough motherfucker, how he has a kilo of cocaine to sell, etc. This goes on for a couple minutes.
And then the driver stops the bus:
“We’re all going to get off – I get paid either way! Recognize that!”
“Do it again and I swear to God everybody’ll be getting off and I’ll be the asshole bus driver. Understand?”
But of course, the passenger wasn’t done. One stop later:
“You want me to call my people or MUNI’s? You’ll have more luck with MUNI’s people, trust me!”
“People, I apologize – Welcome to MUNI.”
And the kicker:
“And the paper says I get paid too much.”
I think most of the passengers were highly satisfied with this driver.
(Of course, this has little of the pathos of Fight on SF Muni Bus in Chinatown – HIGH QUALITY ORIGINAL, but that one is the gold standard of off-message MUNI videos.)
On It Goes…
So here are the bocce ball courts at Justin Herman Plaza, which used to host OccupySF until recently. (Our City Family now regards the place as something worse than a toxic waste dump. Anyway, expect new grass to be rolled out anytime. Believe it or not, getting this Eurocentric playing field installed was a major priority for our asinine former Mayor.)
Tons and tons of SFPD are still on the scene, keeping busy not doing whatever they used to be doing. So gang task force officers from the Bayview, seen camera left, get to stand around for hours and hours on the lookout for anyone with a tent:
Anyway, the Occupiers, some of them, moved on to 101 Market, until they get kicked out of there as well. But nothing’s stopping this crew from just milling about in the daylight hours so that’s just what they did. This was the scene yesterday AM, with lots of cops and a few newsbabes on hand. This is the foot of Davis, where it meets Market:
But Davis Street was rented out to BMW this past weekend, I surmise. Here’s a small, red, 3-series chase car and a large, black 740 Li sedan a bit up Davis at the staging area yesterday:
And here’s the scene from last night betwixt Embarcaderos 2 and 3. (Note matte black Porsche Cayenne minivan light car camera left.)
Well guess what, the other end of Davis, starting at the 400 block, was where a good dozen or so Ocuppiers ended up last night, having been chased away from their temporary Market Street digs.
Anwway, and this is news to me, the 740 Li is a recession-special of sorts, offering the 2 percent* a small 3.0 litre six-banger** engine in a large sedan instead of the expected 4.0-litre V8.
So there’s your weekend in the Financh, with scores of cops just hanging out collecting mad OT for doing basically nothing. And, hopefully, San Francisco scoring some coin from BMW (unless, of course, the Film Commission is subsidizing the entire shoot. I honestly don’t know how much taxpayers spend paying cops on these gigs. Ostensibly, the makers of the commercials pay the cops but then maybe get some kind of kick-back as a make-up, typically.)
On It Goes…
*The 1% would go for a V8 or V12, Great Recession or no.
** A quarter century ago, BMW pulled with same trick with the “745i,” which had a turbocharged six-cylinder engine displacing either 3.2 or 3.4 litres. You do the math to figure out whether BMW was lying more then or now.
Poor Cindy Carcamo. All she wanted to do was to run our Nike Womens Marathon last year. Check it:
“Cindy Carcamo paid $115 to enter the half-marathon portion of last year’s Nike Women’s Marathon. After months of training hard, she flew to San Francisco to run the race, only to be kicked out 40 yards short of the finish line. Her mistake? Losing her bib the morning of the race. An Orange County Register reporter, Ms. Carcamo wrote an article called, ‘My half marathon comes to a bitter end.’”
How wude! Now let’s catch the action on the Great Highway near Ocean Beach:
“A brunette in gray popped up in front of me, crashing through that daydream.
“Where’s your bib number?” she asked.
“No bib! No bib! No bib!” she yelled out to others.
In a scene worthy of a “Seinfeld” episode, I was intercepted.
I repeated my argument about the chip and the number.
Still, they wouldn’t budge and they put their hands on my shoulders.
“I’ve trained months for this race. Please let me finish,” I pleaded.
No response. Instead, they physically pushed me off the course and past the railings, casting me out like a criminal.
No official time. No finisher’s medal. No warning.”
Cindy thought her back-up mini-bib would be good enough, but no dice. Here she was during happier times, stretching in Union Square pre-race:
Apparently, Nike doesn’t want to publicize how they fight biblesss “bandits” because that gives people the idea that it’s not really necessary to pay.
Thank goodness there’s no harsh penalty like that for the Bay to Breakers Civic Party and Fun Run, right? I mean, if a one-percenter like the Mayor doesn’t need a bib, then a nobody like you certainly shouldn’t need one either, right?
Plus your registration money would just go to a hateful billionaire in Colorado anyway.
All right, train hard.