Mission Mission

Jeremy tells us via Twitter:

truck hit 7 or so parked cars on Dolores near 15th around 12:30. Saw person exit driver side and run.

Thanks, Jeremy.

It kind of draws attention to your subterfuge.

Jack reports:

A police chase just ended outside my window. The truck… smashed in to the toyota and the dude took off running. He hopped a fence into parque ninos unidos. Cops everywhere. For a while there were police on the rooftop next to the park with what looked like assault rifles.

I later saw a handcuffed guy being taken away in an ambulance, so I guess they caught the driver…

Cops on the roof with rifles! More pics after the jump. Anyone know what’s up? Was this guy an international jewel thief or something?

[Thanks Jack!]

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I heard something like 20+ shots fired at about 11:00pm. At least three people in the bar shot. Hoping for the best.

UPDATE: 5 victims at El Tin Tan.

UPDATE 2: Pancho Villa’s right door was shattered, but the doorman was unharmed. He was already sweeping up the glass. No deaths at the scene.

UPDATE 3: This is even more troubling when you consider earlier in the day the SF Examiner was reporting that the violence in The Mission had calmed down.

More pics by N. Von Joo after the jump.

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Have you ever heard of such a thing? What a heist!

The bike’s owner, Katie E., was not exactly impressed:

I had 2 chained to the sign. They cut the sign, took one (red puch maxi) and left the other, shown in the photos.

Every mopeder in sf knows about this and we’re gonna find that shit fucker who took it. I worked hard to make that bike. I didn’t just buy it. Other people were really nice about teaching me what to do, so I’m pissed that their time went into making something that some douche gets to have.

She’s not kidding. I’m no mopeder, but I used to do karaoke every Wednesday with a moped gang called the Landsquids, and they were some tough customers. Look out, shit fucker!

Asked to elaborate on the plight this thief is sure to face, Katie E. elaborates:

Hey dickwad, if that thing breaks, you won’t be able to fix it without buying parts from my friends. If you part it out, youll earn, like, $.99 an hour for the time it takes you. You want a trophy? You want to prove a point? Ok, you proved it. You’re too fucking retarded to know the difference between a cute bike and a good bike. Go flush your head down the public toilet on Powell and Market. Or better yet, go ride the maxi out one night and my crew will gladly facilitate the experience.

Blam! Tough customers!

Anyway, I guess don’t go thinking that if you lock your vehicle to a steel post stuck in solid concrete that it’s safe.

(Thanks for the tip, Susan!)

Okay, it was dusk, but it’s Daylight Savings Time for god’s sake, and the lights of the Roxie marquee light up this block just as well as the sun does.

In any case, a mid-30s-ish bike thief with a chinstrap-ish mustache, caucasian, crouched down by a locked bike, snapped the cable lock with a totally surreptitious tool, and sped off before my mildly buzzed happy hour companion was able to put two and two together.

And this was all also in full view of the vigilant crew in the Roxie box office, but, again, the thief worked so fast and cool that nobody noticed.  It took seeing the broken lock left behind on the sidewalk for my friend to give any thought to what had happened.

A.) We know, you use a cable lock, it’s your own fault. B.) Still, bike thieves in this city are good — they’re like ninjas — so don’t get too comfortable, even if you have a proper lock. C.) Keep your eyes peeled and your minds sharp! As soon as my friend said, “Hey, why did that guy leave his lock, on the ground?” I shot up, yelled “BIKE THIEF,” ran outside, but it was too late.  A few seconds sooner, we might’ve had a collar. (Or at least a better blog post.)

The free crepes at Dalva (with grilled onions, grilled mushrooms, feta and olive) were hell of good though.

We did a post the other day spotlighting one citizen’s supreme satisfaction with an experience involving the SFPD.

Stu wrote in today with a very different perspective:

I broke my hip on 24th and mission after being jumped a year and a half ago. The EMT asked me if I had “had a little fight with my friends” and also asked me to stand up AFTER I had told them where I was having pain. Then they told me it was not likely my hip. When the police arrived they were having a jolly time laughing and when I raised my voice to try and get some actual help they treated me like a suspect and told me to “take it down a notch”. I couldn’t believe the way they handled my situation. It made me sick. A miserable time all together. My friend ended up driving me to the hospital because i was so pissed with the police and the EMT workers. I have 8 screws and a plate now in my hip and three assholes walked. Probably high-fiving each other as the cops did nothing.

Not good, SFPD.

[Photo by Troy Holden]

From the comments section of our recent post about SFPD’s citizen satisfaction survey:

I actually had to fill one of these out after experiencing a nice little taste of a Shotwell and 15th mugging that busted my ankle and foot. The officers on the case were actually totally amazing–spent all night with me at SF General and came to my work several times with info on the case. And they made an arrest about two weeks later. And they were both tall and gorgeous  Have to say–pretty awesome.

Well done, SFPD!

[Photo by Troy Holden]

This guy was tearing ass down Hampshire Street last night around 2, leaning on his horn every time he was about to run through a stop sign.

Is that the proper etiquette? You wake me from my slumber and run me over? Also, Potrero would’ve been much faster. What gives? He kept it up for blocks and blocks way off into the distance.