Nite lights. Off of San José Ave.
Front porching at the Front Porch. 29th st.
Friday nights are crazy. At the end of the night on my sober way home and way before last call (which is the worst to bike through) I got rear-ended by a wasted/intoxicated/all of the above - guy on a bicycle that zoomed right into the blinking red gaze of my rear lights (3). CLANK!!Front porching at the Front Porch. 29th st.
The frenchie is quite a sturdy steel machine so nothing really happened to it, but getting rear-ended twice, once on each of my bikes, within 2 weeks - sucks.
I will soon be busting out my ninja whips and stink bombs. Watchout reckers!
Polk at Hayes.
Market at Van ness.
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