Leave us begin. The driver of this white cute-ute had an idée fixe: “I gots to get to the Old Navy or the Ferry Building or whathaveyou.”*
Maybe the driver knew that the popo was just two cars behind or maybe not. Regardless, s/he went straight through towards Fifth Street, which is a big no-no in these days of Car-Free Market Street. See?
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Look what happened. The driver of the bewinged** Civic follows right along.
Oh, sweet justice, from the popo, coming right up!
Or, maybe not. You see, the cops in those Ford Crown Victorias are focused on fighting “real crime,” not edumacating out-of-towners on new-school mandatory turns on inbound Market Street:
DO NOT try this in front of a Harley-Davidson-riding member of the SFPD, is all I can say.
But those cops crusing around in police cars, they’ve got better things to do than learn you da law, it would seem.
*You can try to explain it to people, but they’ll say something like, “Well, how am I supposed to get to the Nordstom?” And then you tell them ways of legally doing what they want to do, and the drivers, well, they don’t like it. They don’t like it one little bit!
**First of all, I’m not sure what that rear wing is for, IRL. Second of all, smaller Civics are front-wheel-drive, so even if your wing mattered in some theoretical road race, you know, to keep your driving wheels pushing downward, ever downward, it wouldn’t matter. Yes the dealership will sell it to you that way, but car dealers are the cheesiest b’tards in the universe, right? Oh well.