Here you go – a MUNI bus tries to go around a double-parked truck:
Just south of California:
And just north, where the slow lane of Sansome is at its narrowest:
How can you call this lane a lane?
Take the tour:
And then compare Air Trump One with Air Force One.
And then watch as this quite narrow narrow-body airliner bounces from one bankrupt airline to another.
That’s not too baller, huh?
And Donald, Rolls Royce jet engines have NOTHING to do with luxury cars. I’ve never heard anybody ever make this connection, AAMOF. RR engines are no more or less “luxurious” than anything from GE or Pratt & Whitney or anywhere else.
Basically, what this long since out of production 757 is is a super Boeing 737. That means that it has a narrow width (which comes from a decision made in the 1950’s with the ancient 707) by today’s standards. Donald could have gone with a used 767 widebody, as other billionaires do. Of course, there’d be some downsides with this decision, but it would have been the ballier choice, one that would have been made by a baller. (And if you wanted to go fishing in some small out of the way place, you could have a small, regular corporate jet.)
And oh yes, you’ll never ever be President, Donald Trump, despite what people say.
Play us out, actual baller jet:
Here you go – Narrow Streets SF
Here’s Steiner now:
And here’s Steiner as a future narrow “street.”
And here’s the mock-up, complete with a pieless sky
OK fine. But what about…
“[W]e should maintain garage access for the existing homeowners and perhaps the occasional taxi or package delivery…”
Oh, OK. Hey Dude, if you love Europe so much, why don’t you marry it?
More seriously, if you love European capitals so much, why don’t you pick one, buy a one-way ticket, and then start living there?
Seems like that would be the easier way of making you happy.
(Well, sure it’s not an actual bike-only path, it’s a multipurpose trail, or something. But most call it the bike path cause bike riders are allowed on it, as opposed to the ped-only path near Oak on the other side of the Panhandle.)
I’m a polite ped so I generally stay off the paved part* of the Golden Gate Park Panhandle bike path near Fell. This was my view of an impolite ped as I trod on the grass for a few blocks:
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She spent most of her eastward journey smack dab in the middle of the westbound lane or smack dab in the middle of the trail on the dashed yellow line. This went on for minutes. Westbound cyclists didn’t know how to pass her, on the left or on the right. Occasionally she’d veer to the right side of the right lane, where she belonged, but that phase of her journey didn’t last too long.
So what was this, a cry for help? Yeah, sort of.
Who will hear her?
*Yeah, this bike path is wider (12 feet) than before (8 feet), but it’s still too narrow. 16 feet sounds right, considering.
Now of course the westbound driving lane of JFK Jr. Drive is pretty narrow as well, by design, to make drivers think about maybe not driving into GGP next time.
But anyway, this here is the parking lane, which drivers don’t understand. They worry about cyclists catching thier driver-side rear view mirrors for one thing. So they sort of ignore the lines.
Now this particular vehicle has an owner with a brand-new ticket for $189 (before fees, oh, the fees), but I think that has to do with leaving it overnight in the park, or parking on JFK during a “Healthy” Sunday, that kind of thing:
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Realize that this absurd lane scheme is a recent idea what sprung from the SFMTA Brain Trust. They think that this is a huge success since some faster cyclists now avoid the area and average speeds have come down a skosh. OK fine. Realize that the SFMTA thinks it’s doing a bang-up job running MUNI.
There will be a quiz. Better bone up now:
The road to our Legion of the Museum of Honor from Clement, well, it’s narrow. That means that there’s not much room for traffic when cars are parked on both sides of the street
Coach USA had the size but MUNI wanted it more:
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In this particular case, after minutes of humming and hawing and the use of extended hands as makeshift yardsticks, the drivers agreed to pass each other simultaneously, slowly but surely.
Another win-win in the world-class natural amphitheatre that is San Francisco! Hurray!
In related news, Pulp Fashion: The Art of Isabelle de Borchgrave is almost upon us.