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How Wude! Marina Times Editor-in-Chief Susan Dyer Reynolds Bans Comments from Her “BMW SUV vs. SF Cyclist” Screed

Tuesday, September 11th, 2012

So Marina Times Editor in Chief Susan Dyer Reynolds had a kind of a breakdown a few months back, while she was piloting her giant BMW among cyclists on Page in one of the Haights.

Let’s review:

“Curly sped up and so did I, pulling in front of his bike, and trapping him between my SUV and the car parked next to him. As he came to a screeching halt, I rolled the window down a couple of inches. What color he had in his pale face drained and suddenly the smug smile was gone. “Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice shaking. Any ability I had to be rational went out my spit-covered window. “If I was crazy I would crush you like a bug right now,” I screamed.”

There wasn’t much of a reaction to this cry for help at first. But then a tiny blog (tiny but with more readers than the picayune Marina Times it’s safe to say) made a post about Susan’s breakdown, so she then got a whole bunch of reaction, from all across the country, mostly negative.

And then she posted some message about how she was going to deal with all the negative reaction in the September issue.

And then the comments disappeared.

And now, we have this.

“Virtual Ku Klux Klan”

“$10,000 in stolen funds stuffed in her blouse”

“Giada De Laurentiis has a bulbous candy apple head.”

It’s wide-ranging, certainly.

Anyway, I guess that’s that. That’s all we’ll be reading from her on the matter.

But you can find the basic gist of all those comments here, and other places I guess.

Marina Times Editor-in-Chief Susan Dyer Reynolds Bans Comments on Her Wild BMW SUV vs. Bike Screed

Friday, August 24th, 2012

Am I missing something here? Susan Dyer Reynolds penned a piece last month, you know, about her little incident with a cyclist on Page Street but now all the comments about her behavior have been removed. There was a whole mess of them last I saw.

Oh well.

Let’s see here, who about town is known for banning comments? Well, struggling blogger Eve Batey of SFAppeal banned me (for life!) from making comments on her blog a while back, for politely correcting her about the price of the fare for the now-defunct CultureBus, stuff like that. (I was just trying to help her, you know. Oh well.) And corrupt Willie Brown / Ed Lee lackey Randy Shaw of Beyond Chron / Tenderloin Housing Clinic, he bans comments all the time. Why’s that? He wants to get $90-something million from the City and County of San Francisco so that he can improperly influence the government into … giving him $100,000,000 the next go-around and he doesn’t want people talking about that?

Those are the two I can think of off-hand.

Anyway, I don’t think SDR planned on getting the response she got.

Do you think she received a lot of support from her rich white lady friends? I don’t.

Do you think she got negative comments from her peers? I do.

Maybe she’s learned her lesson.

We’ll see.

OH MY. HERE COMES AN ACCOUNT FROM THE GREAT WHITE NORTH, SAN FRANCISCO’S MARINA DISTRICT. (THINK OF THE PLACE AS SAN FRANCISCO’S VERY OWN LITTLE SLICE OF MARIN COUNTY.)

LEAVE US BEGIN. TAKE IT AWAY, HELEN LOVEJOY / SUSAN DYER REYNOLDS:

Page Street has become the bane of my existence where bicyclists behaving badly are concerned.”

OK, LET’S CHECK THE WICKTIONARY, YOU KNOW, JUST TO BE SURE: “A cause of misery or death; an affliction or curse.” CAUSE, YOU KNOW, I STILL DON’T KNOW WTF YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, EXCEPTING FOR YOU NOT LIKING BIKES ON PAGE STREET, WHICH, BTW, IS A FUNNY PLACE FOR A RICH WHITE LADY FROM THE MARINA TO BE HANGING OUT ON A REGULAR BASIS. BUT ANYWAY.

Driving home one recent afternoon, I stopped at a four-way sign, looked all directions, and proceeded into the intersection. Out of nowhere, a bicyclist flew through the stop sign to my left, riding right in front of me, forcing me to slam on the brakes.

UH, YOU LOOKED BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE. MMMM…. PERHAPS THE CYCLIST WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU ACTUALLY STOPPED. I’D RECOMMEND A CALIFORNIA STOP INSTEAD OF THE WAY THAT YOU STOP.

I came inches from hitting him, but he didn’t notice. As he pedaled along the right side of the street, I pulled up next to his rickety bike, rolled down my window, and said, “You have to stop at stop signs just like cars do.”

RICKETY? I THINK THAT’S MEANT AS AN INSULT? NOW ACTUALLY, RICH WHITE LADY, I THINK BIKES ARE GIVEN MORE LEEWAY IN SAN FRANCISCO THAN CARS. KEEP THAT IN MIND THE NEXT TIME YOU VENTURE INTO THE HAIGHTS.

The scrawny, pale, twenty-something with thinning curly dark hair – wearing only Bermuda shorts, a T-shirt and, of course, no helmet – flipped me off and shouted a string of expletives.

SCRAWNY, PALE, THINNING HAIR? MORE DEETS! WE GOTS TO HAVE MORE DEETS!

I felt my Sicilian blood boiling as I kept pace with him.

THIS IS WHAT SUPERVISOR JANE KIM CALLS “WHITE PRIVILEGE,” I MEAN, I’M JUST SAYING, RIGHT?

“Why is it you think you’re exempt from the law?” Suddenly and without warning, like the snake that he was, Curly whipped his head around and spit at me from the passenger side.

SNAKES WHIP THEIR HEADS AND SPIT? OK FINE, RWL.

I was in the process of rolling up the window, so his wad of spit didn’t hit me. Instead, it bubbled slowly down the window of my just-washed car.

JUST WASHED? KELL DOMAGE!

I kept pace with Curly, rolling the window down part way again. “What you just did qualifies as battery in the state of California,” I yelled, “and you should be arrested for road rage.”

UH, NOT REALLY.

Curly laughed and flipped me off with both hands as he steered the bike with his knees.

UH, IRL? I DON’T THINK SO.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked smugly. Curly sped up and so did I, pulling in front of his bike, and trapping him between my SUV and the car parked next to him.

UH, I THINK YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL PEOPLE STUFF LIKE THIS? I MEAN, YOU”RE NOT SUPPOSED TO PUT THIS KIND OF A STATEMENT INTO A NEWSPAPER, NO MATTER HOW PODUNK / PICAYUNE IT IS.

As he came to a screeching halt, I rolled the window down a couple of inches. What color he had in his pale face drained and suddenly the smug smile was gone. “Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice shaking.

YOU GO GIRL! YOU GO, YOU CRAZY RICH WHITE GIRL!

Any ability I had to be rational went out my spit-covered window.

HE DROVE YOU TO IT! JUST LIKE IN THE BURNING BED!

“If I was crazy I would crush you like a bug right now,” I screamed. “Fortunately for you, I’m not crazy – but the next person you spit at might be and they could run you over or pull out a gun and shoot you.”

I’M SPEECHLESS.

Suddenly Curly was mute. Having made my point, and thinking maybe Curly learned his lesson, I rolled up the window and continued on my way home.

WOW, I THINK WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO CUT THIS OFF. PICKING UP HERE:

More than ever, I believe it’s time to hold bicyclists accountable for their actions, and that means license numbers that are visible to cops, victims and witnesses – just like on the cars and motorcycles they share the streets with.

AND I THINK WE SHOULD HAVE PEDESTRIAN LICENSES – WHO’S WITH ME?

IN CLOSING, RICH WHITE LADY, YOU CRAY-CRAY.

AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY.

MSM Writer From the Marina Times Goes a Little Crazy in Her BMW SUV – Tries to Teach Cyclist a Lesson

Wednesday, August 1st, 2012

OH MY. HERE COMES AN ACCOUNT FROM THE GREAT WHITE NORTH, SAN FRANCISCO’S MARINA DISTRICT. (THINK OF THE PLACE AS SAN FRANCISCO’S VERY OWN LITTLE SLICE OF MARIN COUNTY.)

LEAVE US BEGIN. TAKE IT AWAY, HELEN LOVEJOY / SUSAN DYER REYNOLDS:

Page Street has become the bane of my existence where bicyclists behaving badly are concerned.”

OK, LET’S CHECK THE WICKTIONARY, YOU KNOW, JUST TO BE SURE: “A cause of misery or death; an affliction or curse.” CAUSE, YOU KNOW, I STILL DON’T KNOW WTF YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, EXCEPTING FOR YOU NOT LIKING BIKES ON PAGE STREET, WHICH, BTW, IS A FUNNY PLACE FOR A RICH WHITE LADY FROM THE MARINA TO BE HANGING OUT ON A REGULAR BASIS. BUT ANYWAY.

Driving home one recent afternoon, I stopped at a four-way sign, looked all directions, and proceeded into the intersection. Out of nowhere, a bicyclist flew through the stop sign to my left, riding right in front of me, forcing me to slam on the brakes.

UH, YOU LOOKED BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE. MMMM…. PERHAPS THE CYCLIST WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU ACTUALLY STOPPED. I’D RECOMMEND A CALIFORNIA STOP INSTEAD OF THE WAY THAT YOU STOP.

I came inches from hitting him, but he didn’t notice. As he pedaled along the right side of the street, I pulled up next to his rickety bike, rolled down my window, and said, “You have to stop at stop signs just like cars do.”

RICKETY? I THINK THAT’S MEANT AS AN INSULT? NOW ACTUALLY, RICH WHITE LADY, I THINK BIKES ARE GIVEN MORE LEEWAY IN SAN FRANCISCO THAN CARS. KEEP THAT IN MIND THE NEXT TIME YOU VENTURE INTO THE HAIGHTS.

The scrawny, pale, twenty-something with thinning curly dark hair – wearing only Bermuda shorts, a T-shirt and, of course, no helmet – flipped me off and shouted a string of expletives.

SCRAWNY, PALE, THINNING HAIR? MORE DEETS! WE GOTS TO HAVE MORE DEETS!

I felt my Sicilian blood boiling as I kept pace with him.

THIS IS WHAT SUPERVISOR JANE KIM CALLS “WHITE PRIVILEGE,” I MEAN, I’M JUST SAYING, RIGHT?

“Why is it you think you’re exempt from the law?” Suddenly and without warning, like the snake that he was, Curly whipped his head around and spit at me from the passenger side.

SNAKES WHIP THEIR HEADS AND SPIT? OK FINE, RWL.

I was in the process of rolling up the window, so his wad of spit didn’t hit me. Instead, it bubbled slowly down the window of my just-washed car.

JUST WASHED? KELL DOMAGE!

I kept pace with Curly, rolling the window down part way again. “What you just did qualifies as battery in the state of California,” I yelled, “and you should be arrested for road rage.”

UH, NOT REALLY.

Curly laughed and flipped me off with both hands as he steered the bike with his knees.

UH, IRL? I DON’T THINK SO.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked smugly. Curly sped up and so did I, pulling in front of his bike, and trapping him between my SUV and the car parked next to him.

UH, I THINK YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL PEOPLE STUFF LIKE THIS? I MEAN, YOU”RE NOT SUPPOSED TO PUT THIS KIND OF A STATEMENT INTO A NEWSPAPER, NO MATTER HOW PODUNK / PICAYUNE IT IS.

As he came to a screeching halt, I rolled the window down a couple of inches. What color he had in his pale face drained and suddenly the smug smile was gone. “Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice shaking.

YOU GO GIRL! YOU GO, YOU CRAZY RICH WHITE GIRL!

Any ability I had to be rational went out my spit-covered window.

HE DROVE YOU TO IT! JUST LIKE IN THE BURNING BED!

“If I was crazy I would crush you like a bug right now,” I screamed. “Fortunately for you, I’m not crazy – but the next person you spit at might be and they could run you over or pull out a gun and shoot you.”

I’M SPEECHLESS.

Suddenly Curly was mute. Having made my point, and thinking maybe Curly learned his lesson, I rolled up the window and continued on my way home.

WOW, I THINK WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO CUT THIS OFF. PICKING UP HERE:

More than ever, I believe it’s time to hold bicyclists accountable for their actions, and that means license numbers that are visible to cops, victims and witnesses – just like on the cars and motorcycles they share the streets with.

AND I THINK WE SHOULD HAVE PEDESTRIAN LICENSES – WHO’S WITH ME?

IN CLOSING, RICH WHITE LADY, YOU CRAY-CRAY.

AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY.

Rich White Lady from the Marina Times, Susan Dyer Reynolds, Calls for Bicycle Commuter Licensing and Insurance

Friday, July 6th, 2012

You know, because of the Chris Bucchere thing.

Here it is, or a part of it, anyway:

“With huge numbers of people biking to work on a daily basis, it may be time to look into licensing commuter bicyclists so they must take the same DMV tests motorcyclists and motorists take to ensure that they know the laws. It also seems that offenders should face some of the same punishments motorcyclists and motorists face, like points against their license. And if they’re going to be commuters, thus increasing the chances of accidents on city streets, perhaps they should also have to carry insurance. I’m not advocating these measures for the person who bikes through Golden Gate Park recreationally, one or two Sundays a month; but for everyday commuters, I think it makes sense.”

Oh, hold on, this post will need a photo.

Type Marina District into the Google, and this is what you’ll get:

Hair lightened and teeth whitened – I’ll have to try that one of these days. 

Now, where was I? Oh yes, uh, I seriously kind of don’t think you can require licensing and insurance for people who go to work on a bike and not for the people who go about solely in Golden Gate Park.

And points at the DMV, well, that would seem to penalize those with driver licenses more than those without, capiche? 

And Davis, CA? Is that our lodestar now, law enforcement-wise, rich white Marina Lady?

OK fine: 

Via Louise Macabitas

I drink your milkshake, Susan Dyer Reynolds!

I drink it up!

P.S.: I’m Brown Larry Bird/ You’re the ’97 Celtics

P.S.S.: Gentle Reader, don’t miss these riveting stories from the Great White North:

Stow Lake is Closed From September 19-23, Per This Sign – A Quiet Time for the Boathouse

Monday, September 19th, 2011

Here’s a tour of the Stow Lake Boathouse area these days.

Looks like you won’t be able to park your car around the lake this week:

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They’ll probably let you walk around most of the place most of the time, but the whole area will be getting worked on through the end of September 2011, looks like.

The boats are gone:

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And the protest signs as well:

Frank Klein has the keys now:

“Got the keys to Stow Lake Boathouse today! Great feeling beginning to restore this landmark property for the next generations of SF residents”

Mayor Ed Lee’s “City Family” Evicts Stow Lake Boathouse Operator – Rent-Free Blowout Party Sept 10th

Sunday, September 4th, 2011

Well, you probably already know all you want to know about the Stow Lake Boathouse, but here’s the latest.

(Oh, Joan, this vendor lost 5-0. Was that competition rigged, do you think? I don’t know, if you don’t like Rec and Park, you take it out on the Mayor, right?)

The case against the current operator:

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IndyBay weighs in:

“The local concessioner is being evicted by SF Rec & Park in retaliation for protesting unfair bidding process.”

Uh no, it’s more like local concessioner refuses to leave after losing competition, legal proceedings. IMO.

Let’s see, I can write maudlin headlines too. How could I spin a different type of possible news:

“Beloved, local 68-year-old rapist apprehended by vacationing, off-duty, out-of-state, evil cop from New Mexico. SaveStowLakeRapist.org”

Or something like that.

Now, realize that the boathouse isn’t going anywhere, IRL, but, anyway here are the last gasps of the most ridiculous grass roots effort I’ve ever seen:

“Yet another treasure lost!”

And Phil Ginsburg Lied, People Died, something like that:

Do the blondie Euro tourists care that the Stow Lake Boathouse will have a new operator?

Not in the least!

The only thing left to do is to have a blowout party on September 10th, since, you know, you’re not paying rent anyway:

It’ll cost $500 each* (or best offer) for the faded paddleboats. Apparently, they went for $3000 when new. Apparently, their faded surfaces will “buff out real good.” (But if you’re 5’8″ or taller, you won’t fit in so hot…)

The KTVU was on hand, for the finale:

Maybe they’ll have something for you to watch, sometime. (Oh, here it is. This report is somewhat more maudlin than expected. Realize that the current operators were given extra points for being local, for being in operation for so long. Even with this kind of affirmative action/legacy/locals-only type of assistance, the current operator lost five votes to zero. Oh well.)

All right, as long as nobody torches the place this month (which would take some doing in this kind of foggy weather), look forward to a revivified Stow Lake Boathouse soon…

*Oh, the old paddle boats “start at $200,” per KTVU-TV. Hey, why not buy one and then put rubber tires underneath? You’d be all set for the Burning Man Playa next year, or a Critical Mass or something. Hey, even better, pilot the thing to La Playa in Nevada next year, why not? That would be quite a road trip…

How Much Money is the City Getting from Renting Out the Busy Stow Lake Boathouse This Summer: How About Zero Dollars?

Friday, July 29th, 2011

Well, here’s the answer to the question Whatever Happened to That Promised Stow Lake Boathouse Eviction?

It proceeds, slowly but surely, AFAIK.

That takes time.

In the meantime, it’s bidness as usual at the old boathouse this summer excepting that the tenant running the boathouse isn’t paying rent to the City and County of San Francisco no mo, apparently.

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Are we ever going to see that money?

Is this why the current tenant isn’t leaving the way it should have already?

And didn’t the existing tenant lose 5-0 when compared with the incoming tenant?

Yep.

And yet…

Hey, Whatever Happened to That Promised Stow Lake Boathouse Eviction? The Stow Lake Corporation Carries On, Regardless

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

Looks like business is booming in Golden Gate Park these days.

But weren’t we supposed to have our upgrades and whatnot by now?

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Why is the Stow Lake Corporation still onsite at this late date?

Mmmmm….

Stow Lake Boathouse Endgame: The Looming Eviction in Golden Gate Park

Monday, June 6th, 2011

Simple-minded Susan Dyer Reynolds weighs in, once again, on the Boathouse at Stow:

“At a hearing last month, Judge Loretta Giorgi seemed to be leaning the same way, chastising Recreation and Park officials for not turning over e-mail correspondence, and awarding a temporary restraining order allowing current leaseholder Bruce McLellan to stay put, stating that the awarding of the contract to the Ortegas “didn’t pass the smell test.” But at a hearing held May 17, Giorgi did a 180, saying there “is no evidence of favoritism, fraud or corruption.’’

Uh no, Judge Giorgo didn’t seem to be leaning the same way, actually. (TRO’s are easy to get, of course.) And no, Judge Giorgi didn’t say that “awarding the contract” didn’t pass the smell test. So no, Judge Giorgi didn’t do a 180. She looked into things and decided that the Stow Lake Corporation probably won’t win at trial.

(Geez, how simple are you?)

Anyway, I’ll post again when the Sheriff comes by to pick up the boats.

Here’s an update for the meantime…

A somewhat rainy Saturday afternoon in June:

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And these were the sole customers to be seen on Sunday:


On It Goes…