Freakin' bikers ... The Presidio is lousy with them like some kind of mechanized cockroach infestation.
I'm not talking about motorcyles. I'm talking these fools: a bunch of rich San Francisco retirees blowing through stop signs like they're Jesus on a dirtbike.
I almost got into two different accidents today on my way to work because people on bikes think that they're some sort of Uber-Pedestrian and have the right of way, always, without fail, no matter what the road signs might tell them.
Listen up, jackai. This is the first sentence from the California DMVs web page about bikes. And I quote:
Bicycles riders (cyclists) on public streets have the same rights and responsibilities as automobile drivers and are subject to the same rules and regulations as any other vehicle on the road.
Freakin' get it straight, chumps! If you hit my car because you were too busy adjusting your Camelbak to realize that the sidewalk you were riding on ended and you blew through a yield sign, I'm not the one who's going to be in the wrong.
Okay. Rant over.