Sunday Streets 2010 kicked off yesterday – it’s maturing as an event, so now it seems more organic and “natural,” similar to something like Critical Masswhich just sort of happens without a whole bunch of organization. Of course, shutting down the Embarcadero northbound involves a lot of people and organization ‘n stuff, but you didn’t see volunteers and the SFPD all over the place yesterday the way you did at Sunday Streets in the past.
These people from Ing Er Land were busking away like champs at the Northern Terminus of SS in Fisherperson’s Wharf. For a little while, they appeared to be the main attraction, but it was hard to tell if they were an official part of the festivities. Walking on a rubber ball with your sister Sporty Spice on your back:
But let’s start at the beginning of the day, when the combination of Sunday Streets and St. Patrick’s Day festivities totally pwned our pathetic, slow-on-the-uptake MUNI bus service, once again. MUNI Denial, stage four, Acceptance:
But now we’re back on the Embarc, where shutterbugs can always get a friendly tow:
And where kids can ride a carousel contraption…
…powered by cyclists:
TCHO Chocolate gave out free samples to the throngs:
Cheers for this tyke who made the best of his defective parasitic bike:
And it wouldn’t be a Sunday Streets without seeing RollerSoccer’s Kizzle and ZachDaddy putting on a display:
The next SS will be in Golden Gate Park and the Great Highway near Ocean Beach – it’ll be on April 11 and in conjunction with 1000 Cities, 1000 Lives.
See you there!