
Bread deliverers kind of freak out when somebody on a bike comes speeding toward them with a phone out trying to take a picture.

Bread deliverers kind of freak out when somebody on a bike comes speeding toward them with a phone out trying to take a picture.

An allegedly hopped up woman late this afternoon allegedly drove her car right the fuck off the road, up onto the god damn sidewalk, and right the fuck into the Wells Fargo on the corner of 22nd and Mission. Miraculously, not one son of a bitch was hurt.
Good gravy! Look at the carnage from this angle:

Even hours after the alleged incident onlookers were transfixed:

And finally some dudes got to cleaning things up:

Update: Crowder says, “I walked by this when the car was still halfway through the building and the whole corner was jam packed with gawkers. Best part was a hipster walking by saying ‘ugh, bored people will just look at ANYTHING, won’t they?’. Um, dude, a fucking car drove through a bank.” Link.

The bottle contains an inch of clear liquid. The thing is out of reach of the average pedestrian. At the end of the string is a keyring, with a full complement of keys on it. What the fuck?
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I’m waiting at a red light this morning, and across the way I see a woman backing toward this chain-link fence. She stands for a moment, then surreptitiously releases the contents of her plastic bag onto the sidewalk.
Body language is 70% East Berlin spy hunter, 30% Mission District little old lady. She crumples up her bag and promptly vacates the scene.

Update: I really should have titled this Skateboarder 1, Mazda Miata 0. Mission Mission apologizes for the oversight.

Mission Mission apologizes for having gone so car crazy lately, but LOOK AT THIS THING!
In my mind’s eye, I see Joey Ramone, the Pope, Mickey Rourke and Lil Mama tooling around the neighborhood in this beast, blasting Cramps songs, shouting at cool kids, and side swiping vehicles parked in the bike lane.
Junk Thief has more pictures and background here.
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Mei from Family Style just got in touch to share with us the above gem.
I mean, okay… art cars? Who gives a shit about art cars? KIDS, that’s who! Because its not an “art car”; it’s just a van with cameras and junk all over it! RAD! Link.
Anyway, the Camera Van was parked out front of the Roxie in conjunction with SF Indiefest‘s screening of Automorphosis, a film about art cars.
Note: News of this art car’s appearance in the neighborhood was first reported by West Gate of Babylon (pictures and commentary here).
Update: Related Kafka quote via Unburying the Lead.
Zoe from the Chronicle just hipped us to Phil Bronstein’s latest column, and the accompanying video:
Phil just posted original video interviewing the famous Chronicle Night Cabbie as well as a sampling of other cabbies around town, discussing the mayor’s proposed “medallions for sale” plan. One of the cabbies he talked to said one of the best places in town to grab a fare was the Mission.
Link. The question is, why is the Mission such a great place to grab a fare? Is it because there’s always someone waiting because there’re never enough cabs?
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