In nature, all kinds of animals get stuck: the turtle on its back, the whale on the beach. We don’t get enough of this hilarity in the City. That is, unless, you happen to be driving by the 24.8% percent grade of Jones between California and Pine. I live just by there, and paused, mid intersection, when I beheld a limo making a daring turn down Jones. The result was delicious.
The poor bastard couldn’t get traction on either side; his limo had become the lever on the fulcrum, and seemed as ready to teeter on either side. Forlorn, the driver got out, saw the concrete crest of avenue wrenching up into his limo’s innards, and swore. Two cigarettes and three phone calls later, he relented, sitting back in the driver’s seat.
I’d love to see more things like this. I want the Muni off the tracks, plane in the bay, sail-boat washed up on the shore. I’m not interested in destruction, just unnatural angles.
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