"I'm proud that San Francisco is one of the bike-friendliest cities in the nation," he said. "We will not tolerate violence or rage against cyclists or pedestrians."

Excuse me while I rant, but what the hell is our philandering drunk of a Mayor f$&#ing talking about? Has he actually ridden a bike in San Francisco? Ever? Does he own a bike? I've ridden and commuted to work in San Francisco on and off for the last 25+ years and it's far from a bike-friendly city. Unless the coiffed one is referring to us bikers being friendly, then he's probably right on. Because otherwise, riding down Folsom every day is like running a gauntlet of cars, pot holes, delivery trucks, construction, cracked roads that will swallow your tires hole, basically a nightmare of obstacles aimed at destroying your commuting morning every day. I basically kiss the ground in front of my office every day I make it to work alive. My tally for the last twenty-five years isn't bad, one near death experience when I was t-boned by some woman rushing home to get her kids, a near miss when my tire got stuck in a street car track while I was avoiding a dooring and fell in front of a bus, countless other near misses, broken spokes from potholes, one over the hood, who knows how many popped tires from debris on the road. You bike in SF on a street like Folsom or Valencia, you had better not lose concentration for minute. And pity the people who try to get into downtown from Richmond, Sunset, Pac Heights, or some other far flung hood over the Market Street boundary. There's really no safe way to make that commute from there. I could go on for pages on the subject, obviously, but I'll spare you the poorly written diatribe. Lets talk about the latest nightmare visited upon SF cyclists, a road raging motorist hunting down cyclists in some insane, sociopathic recreation of Death Race 2000:

The grim numbers for the car-vs.-bicycles rampage in San Francisco tell only part of the story.

Three neighborhoods invaded by one car Wednesday night with a driver bent on mowing people down. Four bicyclists left sprawled on the pavement. Six minutes from start to finish, from first victim to last.

The rest of the story could be found Thursday in the three victims still recovering at San Francisco General Hospital, in the manhunt for the driver, and in the sense of disbelief among residents and workers that such random hostility could shatter their corners of the city.