Waiting for the light on Market at Octavia, about a dozen bicyclists parked double-file in the bike lane, we heard a young man yelling behind us, "IT'S THE PO-LEECE! OUTTA THE WAY, BITCHES!"
This was followed by the unmistakable putt-putt sound of a tiny two-stroke engine. The bikers parted to let a teenage boy through on his mini-bike. Yeah, his ride might've been just a couple of sprockets away from a ride-on lawnmower, but he was sporting a Harley-sized attitude.
We got out of his way, he puttered up to the light, turned right and merged in with the car traffic, at about 2 mph, but at least 100 LEET.
We didn't stop giggling for minutes afterward.
