Posts Tagged ‘meter maids’

How Should You Curb Your Wheels in San Francisco? Just Use the Water Test

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

When parking  in San Francisco, you should always curb your wheels. If you can’t tell whether you’re pointing uphill or down, just pour out a little water from your bottle into the gutter.

The way the water goes tells you which way the hill goes. Or just look at what all the other drivers on the block did. Easy peasy, right?

The driver of this VW Cabrio made the wrong choice, so a ticket from SFMTA was the result. Parking Control Officers will spot this infraction from a block away and then make a special trip just for you.

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Oh well.

Black Friday Forces San Francisco to Give Up on its “No Cars on Inbound Market” Experiment

Monday, November 30th, 2009

Not officially or anything, but the DPT /SFMTA / SFPD folks who normally work on keeping inbound Market Street free of cars from Eighth Street to Fifth Street took a break last Friday (yes, Black Friday). So it was like totally wide open to traffic, temporarily anyway.

This was the result: a string of slow-moving vehicles for as far as you could see, all the way to the Ferry BuildingClick to expand:

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Note the new signs. The previous versions talked about how “private vehicles” were banned from continuing. The current versions allow ”buses, taxis, trucks, and bikeson Market. So that makes things more clear for the tourists.

Speaking of whom, Our Visitors just ignore the signs. They understand that they need to keep out of the bus and taxi-only diamond lanes, but they don’t seem to get the idea that they’re not allowed to proceed on Market the way they used to. It seems they need a crew of MUNI Parking Control Officers to tell them what’s up.

Oh well.

(Myself, I got doored by one of these cars a couple minutes after I snapped this photo. I was on the slow lane of the beige portion of the street to the right of the vehicle when the passenger door opened - it was an against-the-rule dooring just like the Incident at the Juicy Couture.

Oh well.)