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Short blog posts, journal entries, and random thoughts. Topics include a mix of personal and the world at large. 

The street-side mechanic

I recently learn that it is actually illegal to work on your car when parked on a public San Francisco street. I guess the most you can do is wash it. Any mechanical work is expressly verboten.

Which is crazy because anybody that has lived in San Francisco for a bit have all seen actual projects on the side of the road. I can remember seeing someone perform an actual engine swap, replete with an engine cherry picker, on a stretch of Alemany Blvd. I myself have performed a few oil changes on my vehicles whilst street parked. Never been ticketed, not that I am trying to tempt that fate.

I guess as it is with anything in this city, enforcement is highly selective. Like the rule where you’re not suppose to park a car on a driveway that otherwise blocks any piece of the sidewalk. But you come to my old neighborhood of Visitacion Valley, and you can’t walk one block without being obstructed by a wrongfully parked vehicle. One has to assume enforcement is lax here because people wouldn’t be so comfortable to risk getting ticketed.

Besides, is SFMTA really deploying labor on weekends to look for such infractions? The general public complain enough whenever they release yearly wage statistics for public workers. More MTA employees getting lots of overtime will surely not go over well with taxpayers.

Then there’s the always reliable leftist claim that people of lower income have no choice - but to work on their own cars. And because they are so monetarily constrained, street parking is the best they can afford. The law against mechanical work on street-parked cars is actually discriminatory, am I right? Something something car-dependent society. Driving is a right, not a privilege.

I do understand the rationale. Auto mechanical repairs are incredible messy, and San Francisco does not want that mess - and all the nasty fluids - on its streets. Fair enough.

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I should have drove

Yesterday evening I got invited to attend a Giants game at Oracle Park. For once, I decided to take public transport instead of driving. I live two blocks from a light-rail stop, on a line - with a brief transfer at a later station - that takes me directly to the ballpark. It doesn’t get any more door-to-door service than this. It sure beats getting stuck in rush hour traffic driving, only to park many blocks away from Oracle Park (because free parking), necessitating a lengthy walk.

That is, if the light-rail is actually functioning normally. I got on the first train yesterday, only to encounter a completely shut tunnel system. No trains of any line were able to go underground towards downtown. We had to instead get off at West Portal - just before the tunnel - and take a surface shuttle bus. It doesn’t take a genius to realize a street bus is far slower than an underground metro train that’s unimpeded by car traffic. Worse, the bus shuttle got me only to downtown - it didn’t extended beyond towards the ballpark. So I walked the rest of the way.

A trip that at most should have taken about an hour, instead took two. And you wonder why public transportation ridership hasn’t recovered fully from the pandemic. It’s a really bad look to have a major section of the light-rail system closed off during evening rush hour. Folks have already suffered the nine hours at work already! Adding to their already lengthy commute time is kind of unconscionable. It’s a bad deal for the people with responsibilities waiting at home. I at least had the luxury of not being in a hurry (I’ve been to enough baseball games to not care about missing the opening few innings).

Silver lining to everything: it was an enjoyable walk along the Embarcadero towards Oracle Park. The summer evening sun provided a great ambiance. Crisp air and excellent views will make anyone forget about the unscheduled delay.

Will o’ the wisp.