Hiya K2,Kinetic II wrote:You slammed the door on a fucking cop? Just hearing that story brightened my day. Thanks.
Speaking of fucking bikes, I'm not sure what to get, a mountain bike or city/comfort bike. I wish I knew what the SF bike commuters used out there.
If it has two wheels (or 3, or 4...) and pedals, someone is using it to commute. The principal things you want are:
1. Lots of low gears for hills (a triple front ring helps; every mtn/hybrid I've seen have them);
2. Fat tires with treads that won't get stuck in muni tracks or slip out from underneath you on slick surfaces;
3. A handlebar setup that allows you to sit up almost straight so you can watch what the maniacs around you are doing;
4. A nice big fucking handgun for when said maniacs attempt to cripple you (joke - sort of).
Other than that, it's all fucking gravy. You can get a good commuter (new) for a few hundred bucks and customize it as you see fit once you get used to it.
I'm not really sure what you're calling a "city/comfort" bike; the image that pops into my head is one of those old-fashioned 3-speed beach cruisers with big balloon tires and a flowered basket on the handlebars.
Don't get one of those fuckers; they can't climb for shit.
Thanks, Thoughtsurfer; I know that little corridor very well. It actually got 500% better once those fuckers at Slanted Door moved their fucking restaurant to the Embarcadero - we used to kick their fucking valet parking sign all to hell. Those fuckers were a menace. Good spring rolls, though.