Posts Tagged ‘wacky’

Boy, the SF Marathon is Almost as Wacky as a Bay to Breakers – Oakland Warrior Juggler Dribbler, Firefighter, Die Hard

Monday, July 27th, 2015

Straight out of Oak-Town comes this Warriors Juggler – bounce toss toss, bounce toss toss. Stephen Curry here was in the zone.

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And he doesn’t at all look like a money-hungry, anti-UCSF billionaire, but you never know…

And here’s the fireman, who might have been promoting an alcoholic drink – I couldn’t tell. But he did have the oxygen tank. And Die Hard here was wearing a marathon t-shirt from Europe. He kept on keeping on…

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I was just passing through, but I’m supposing if you wanted to wait around for more wackiness, you’d find it here, at our annual San Francisco Marathon.

Know Your Wacky S.F. Homeowners: #1 – Would Rather Call for a Tow than Learn to Drive

Monday, July 6th, 2009

You would think that a car that could fit into a garage could also pass through the sidewalk cut-out made for said garage. Of course you say, it’s axiomatic ‘n stuff.  But some people don’t believe that. These homeowners pester the City for official DPT sidewalk curb red paint to keep encroaching street parkers at bay.

As if that’s not enough, said homeowners then proceed to add in their own menacing, hysterical “TOW” lines in red paint, paint  that never quite matches the official colour. Thusly, as seen in Ashbury Heights:

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Is the owner of this Toyota RAV4 playing a dangerous game? Click to expand.

Is it true that huge WW II-era battleships had less room to play with, width-wise, going through the Panama Canal than what some complaining San Francisco homeowners demand for their little cars? Yes. For example, the 34,000-tonne U.S.S. North Carolina battleship had just 12 inches clearance on either side, back in the day.

But you give a San Francisco homeowner just a foot on either side and it’s TOW, TOW, TOW.

Driving lessons cheerfully given for free. NB: Try not to steer too much. NNB: Try backing her in when you garage it in the first place.

Here’s an idea. After you actually learn how to drive, then take the sandblaster you’ve got somewhere in your garage (you know, right next to the unexploded ordnance you all seem to store) to eliminate evidence of your unneighborlyness.  

Good on you, mate.