Mission Mission

Streetsblog reports:

Valencia Street’s nearly two-year-old Green Wave signal re-timing aimed at prioritizing bicycle traffic speeds continues to please street users, city leaders, and advocates alike. What started as a temporary pilot will become a permanent institution this week with the installation of four new Green Wave signs along the corridor.

“Green Waves are the most recent example of the SFMTA finding innovative ways to further improve cycling in San Francisco,” said SFMTA CEO Nat Ford.

Following examples in cities like Copenhagen, Amsterdam, and Portland, the signal optimization keeps vehicles traveling at a steady cycle-friendly 13 mph from 16th to 25th streets while garnering benefits for all users.

Great! But how come this blog post is the first time I’ve noticed the signage pictured above? Maybe those need to be bigger so motorists will see them too and stop gunning it from red light to red light. Read on.

[via Urban Velo]

[Photo by Bryan Goebel / Streetsblog]

Bummed that the shady check cashing spot refused his kryptonite-for-cash offer, Superman takes a moment to recalibrate, hopes buoyed only by the thought of all the children in Venezuela named after him.

Curbed editor Sally Kuchar sent us an amazingly useful video about pork products and Four Loko.

Check it out below, but first, a disclaimer:

If you are at all interested in turning a carnivore into a vegetarian or turning a possible immigrant to this country away forever this video may be of use to you. However, if you have recently eaten food or if you plan to try to eat some food sometime today or if you are pregnant or hungover or have any kind of negative reaction to realizing how disgusting we all are you may not want to watch this video. In addition, if you value the time you have on this world and don’t want to spend it watching videos made by white trash bozos act as if they’re funny because they’re only pretending to be white trash bozos, then you may want to walk away from the computer and kiss someone.

(Thanks Sally!)

Whoa. This is my own fault; I don’t make it to Dynamo all that often. But how come all anybody ever talks about are the maple bacon one (pictured) and the spicy chocolate one (pictured) — when there is  MOLASSES GUINNESS ONE (not pictured) THAT TASTES EVEN BETTER THAN IT SOUNDS?

Anyway, now I know.

[Photo by Scott Beale / Laughing Squid]

Discolandia sits nearly empty, a going-out-of-business sale in its final days, the space for rent.

Not that I ever went in there or anything, but I think we can all agree, whatever happens, the next tenant better not even think about touching the signage. How do we get it on some kind of registry of historic stuff?

So Delano’s is dead, and we’re all bummed for its former employees, but why the big fence around the parking lot? Why they gotta shut down our sweet shortcut?

Previously:

Don’t Fence Me In

Fenced In!

Okay, maybe not “wrecks.” But there had to be some damage. Shame on you, SF Bay Guardian.

Previously:

Do-It-Yourself Yellow Journalism Machine

Badass!

[Photo by *eddie]

UPDATE: Fecal Face has some sweet behind the scenes reportage! Thanks, GP!

Previously:

Bike Shark

Shark Toof

Shark Art

This one, spied by longtime tipster Kati J., appears to be a much more youthful victim than yesterday’s. And it looks as though the killing took place in a more secluded place. The killer’s tastes are evolving, and he is getting craftier.

In a post that explains how whereas getting hit on in New York is pretty routine, getting hit on in San Francisco is a whole ‘nother story, Leah relates the story of some random sketchy dude (not pictured) hitting on her on Muni the other day:

I WAS SITTING ON THE 33 BUS HEADING TOWARD CASTRO STREET TO TRANSFER TO THE 24. I GET OUT MY PHONE TO TEXT INDIA, AND THE GUY SITTING TWO SEATS DOWN POKES ME ON THE ARM, AND I’M IMMEDIATELY THROWN OFF BECAUSE PEOPLE DON’T TOUCH YOU IN NEW YORK. I LOOK OVER, AND HE HAS HIS PHONE OUT, AND HE’S LIKE “OH, THAT’S INTERESTING. WE HAVE THE SAME PHONE.”

Read on. [via India]

[Photo by Nick Fisher]