A little timid but she made it through…
This is Fifth Street on the way to Union Square.
An accident at 4th and Market during the evening drive means that buses will back up Market Street both ways. This was in the the Financial last night:
This was the scene. I didn’t see what happened.
An SFPD motor patrol officer said the bike rider had a broken back and a possible broken pelvis. He said that words might have been exchanged between the bike rider and somebody in the red Hyundai before the collision.
Last I heard, the bike rider was responsive and stable.
Does this woman know what she’s doing? I can’t tell. Anyway, she was making her way to the intersection of Post and Webster by using a wrong-way lane. I’ve never seen this:
So, as a bike rider would feel free to pass cars queued up for a red light on the right side of the lane, she did so on the left side, except the left side in this case was eastbound Post. You can’t do that, Man!
If a car driver did this, s/he inevitably get stuck, but I guess with a scooter you can always nose your way back to where you belong with a quickness, is that the idea?
A dangerous game, IMO…
A great capture from Erin Sherbert:
Cf. Conversations with Tom Wolfe by Dorothy McInnis Scura:
“Q. First I must ask you: why do you affect those crazy white suits?
A. In 1962, I was in a tailor shop and had a conventional summer suit made from some white silk tweed that impressed me. But the suit was too hot for the summer. Then I began wearing it in December. People became annoyed by the sight of a white suit in winter. (Those were innocent times in 1962.) Soon I discovered I had this marvelous, harmless form of aggression going for me. So I branched out into white suits with double-vested weskits and rows of white-covered buttons. Getting dressed in the morning was suddenly fun.”
Here you go:
I guess this is a thing on the Streets of San Francisco…
I just can’t tell if the pedicab driver is making some kind of statement or just efficiently keeping the sun, the burning sun, we hates it forever, off of his noggin…