At first. I thought that this might have been on purpose:
But no, it’s just arrested decay, as this nearby sign indicates
These people on Post in their 80(!) year old, concours-ready ride are from car-obsessed L.A., I’m guessing…
Here it is, looking west at around 37th Avenue:
And here’s what you should be looking at – the aging SFPD SUV with radar on the left, the 30 MPH speed limit sign in the middle, and the SPEED LIMIT 25 MPH / SENIOR CITIZEN FACILITY signs on the right:
Read all about it here, courtesy of a disgruntled Prius driver what got a ticket last year, when the speed limit zones on this stretch of Fulton went 35-25-35. As you can see, these days it goes 30-25-30, but the concept’s the same.
One would think SFGov would want to put in a few more traffic signals in this area, but one would be wrong.
Usually, they’re new ones I see on flatbeds
Oh Jaguar, will you ever win?
So that’s 100% white guys. (Of “course,” our n=3 here, but even so. I mean, the people who take advantage of this golfing subsidy skew white, male, older, wealthier, right? I mean, am I wrong here? Disabuse me, Gentle Reader, if necessary.)
These are the only people I’ve ever seen at the white elephant known as Sharp Park, which, oddly, is operated by San Francisco even though it’s not even located in San Francisco.
So, why would Interim Mayor Ed Lee go against the Board of Supervisors, who wanted to sell off / give away / otherwise rid ourselves of this light-skinned loxodontine from Way Down In Pacifica? Well, middle-class welfare tends to be hard to eliminate.
And then there’s this constituency:
“City management of the golf course is handicapped by a sclerotic labor contract that has some employees earning six-figure salaries* for work that pays less than half of that on most golf courses.”
Oh well. I suppose our southernmost “run-down” golf course will continue to make us a national laughingstock.
And who’s going to pay for the $20-$30 million* worth of deferred work what this ball-and-chain needs?
I don’t know.
*Practically everything in Frisco is “sustainable” these these days. But what about Sharp Park? And then there’s this, from our drought-addled Year of the Lord 2015:
Dan Noyes: “How do you respond to this not being fixed for four years?”
Gavin Newsom’s Jogging Buddy / Political Booster / Lawyer: “Well, that’s probably not exactly accurate. There are a series of leaks in the system and we manage them as best we can.”
50,000 gallons? That’s a Cosco Busan bunker oil spill-worth of water daily. Oh well.
But now there’s this, your Coca Cola Fiesta Variety Pack, featuring cane sugar Sprite and cane sugar Orange Fanta:
The expected rejoinder from Pepsi? Sugar cane 7-Up and sugar cane Orange Crush, of course.
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
I’d seen the collected cars, but not the car collector(s) themselves, until now: