Comments on: CONTEST: Win a Fully Customizable Mission-Fabulous Messenger Bag by Mission Bicycle and Rickshaw Bags

By: blahsome

blahsome — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 07:32:15 +0000

Who won, yo?

By: amir

amir — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 18:14:44 +0000

I think i won so says the muni driver. Happy holidaze everybody!

By: Andrew Dowd-Reilly

Andrew Dowd-Reilly — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 01:18:17 +0000

Winner winner tofurkey dinner?

By: Cory

Cory — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 04:30:19 +0000

Deep aqua and lime and orange bands to represent the jangled feeling I felt first arriving at 16th and Mission after a year in Japan. Stepped off the BART station elevator and saw America the squalorous and drug addled, the double edged sword of free will and the culture clash that makes this city sui generis and bittersweet.

Streets would of course be 16th and Mission, offset by the slightly more upscale Valencia.

By: danielle

danielle — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 04:04:19 +0000

what, do you suppose, does it mean when the shoes hanging from the power lines are… cowboy boots? is that a **15th Shotwell only** type of thing?

By: Andrew Dowd-Reilly

Andrew Dowd-Reilly — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 03:42:23 +0000

I’d have to go with a design of the streets that border Dolores Park (Church, Dolores, 18th, 20th) and with the bag black and the streets in green. Not only is this the area that my apartment is in, but it’s home to one of the best parks in the City. The bag of course would be used mainly to bring my tallboys in/load the empties back out on glorious, sunny, weekend days.

By: Darcy Vasudev

Darcy Vasudev — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 02:34:51 +0000

Shotwell and 17th, because that is where I can leave my car for days at time and just get around by bike. I can’t believe I even shared that secret here, but heck, I figure most of you are on bikes anyway. I think I’d name my bag Sidewalk Juice (after the extremely un-appetizingly named Juice place) and it would be as colorful as the murals on the side streets that all the Japanese tourists come to see. A melange of all that is good, bad, and weird in this city. Good coffee, badly fitting plaid pants, and awesomely weird people, like the guy that has two alien antennae. Once I saw him wearing a custom made hat that actually fit over his antennae, keeping them warm. Oh, by the way, I need this bag to accompany the bike I recently ordered which will be christened Creamsicle, or possibly Tangerine Dream. Goes well with Sidewalk Juice, don’t you think?
Big love!!
-Darcy

By: Meg

Meg — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 19:23:43 +0000

I’d choose 16th Street and Mission Street, a black bag with horizontal yellow streets. 16th Street BART was the meeting place for my first date with a rad guy who’s now my husband. We had a awesome Mission date: burgers at Zeitgeist, ice cream at Bombay (R.I.P.), thrifting, and of course Dolores Park. Eventually we moved in together in a nearby apartment amidst the drug dealing, random things being sold on blankets, and crowd of people running to catch the 14.

By: Gabrielle

Gabrielle — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 03:39:53 +0000

I was born in San Francisco, but raised in Chicago…but until we moved to Chicago my dad was a pressman at the Chronicle, so I’d have to have 5th and Mission in there. I was raised on San Francisco fairy tales…my parents loved the city and my father particularly was devastated when they moved away. They lived here for 15 years, up until I was 5, when we moved away a month before the ’89 earthquake. I remember watching it on TV with my parents, both of them in shock watching cars dangle over the bridge and highway.

When I went to bed at night I would ask for San Francisco stories, so after graduating college with two handy liberal arts degrees it was the only place that I could imagine going. My partner and I moved out here and I fell head over heels for this place. I hadn’t been here since I was 5, but I felt ghosts walking around the city, seeing places that I’d seen before in faded photos from the 80s: City Hall, where my parents were hurriedly married, Dolores Park, where they posed with me up on the corner where the city is the most beautiful, on Market Street where I saw my pregnant mother riding the boat car, and the little apartment building that that they managed for years in the Tenderknob.

When I moved back my father started having dreams of driving up the Bay Bridge, and seeing the city unfold in front of you. I cried when I saw that for the first time. I’m crazy in love with this city, and Mission Street runs through it all.

Mission and 5th where my family began, and Mission and 14th where my first SF apartment was. Colors…Peacock with Red Streets.

By: Amy

Amy — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 01:14:45 +0000

argh thank you

By: Allison

Allison — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 23:29:35 +0000

I would chose 16th and Mission, the first “scary” expiience I had in San Francisco was at that bart station… basically I was a scared teen from Wisconsin.

By: SCUM

SCUM — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 22:37:44 +0000

27th and California where I was raised. 24th and Shotwell where my gf lived when we first hooked up and 17th and South Van Ness across from the Gas & Ho where I have lived for almost 8 years. The colors would be green and gold because I was born in Wisconsin and once a cheese head, always a cheese head.

By: Highkix

Highkix — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 19:59:42 +0000

I would pick 22nd & Folsom. I have lived at this intersection for less than a year (but in the Mission for the past 8). A lot of weirdness happens at this intersection. My first month at my place I found a conch shell on top of the trash can on the corner. My corner store recently got robbed – someone smashed the window in the middle of the night and pulled out the entire cash register. Gangs of high school students in black hoodies sit on my stairs and give me and my partner attitude when we ask them to leave. Our crazy neighbors have 6 dogs who bark a lot and have started a mean parking war with us that involves a lot of note leaving. A neighborhood cat named “Kitty Witty” comes to our back door almost every day for cat nip (we’re kind of like his dealers). The couple down the street look like the Beetlejuice versions of Elvis and Priscilla (and according to our drunk hipster neighbor who always walks around with a tall boy in a paper bag, Beetlejuice Elvis was ACTUALLY a professional Elvis impersonator). There is a homeless woman who hits on my partner every time she sees him, tells him he’s “sexy” and tries to share her taco with him (take that as you will). As you can tell by now I’m sure, 22nd and Folsom is badass and brings me lots of joy.

As for the colors… robin’s egg blue bag with a red street and a white street.

By: Jason C.

Jason C. — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 19:32:23 +0000

To be more specific, 22nd (gray stripe) and Mission (orange stripe) intersecting on a black bag.

By: Trish Tunney

Trish Tunney — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 18:36:15 +0000

I’d make one with the intersection of Capp Street and Capp Street. Because it is the best street in the city. Yo! It is everything. In the middle of it all, and yet, still a haven of waving neighbors and chill.

Olive bag with red and black capp streets. And if i get to pick the inside, bright orange so I can find stuff in the dark, and be happy when I open it.

Love the bags. cool idea.