Move Your Car Every 72 Hours
One of the joys of living and working in San Francisco is the low frequency with which I must use a car to get around. The busses track a fairly accessible lattice across the city. Muni trains, when they are working, are clean and fast. And the city itself is such a manageable size that walking between any two points in the city is at most a matter of a few hours. I ride my bike as much as I can, which means that my car sits on the street, sometimes several consecutive days.
It seems that last week I pressed up against the limits of the law in this regard: the City of San Francisco requires that you drive your street-parked vehicle once every 72 hours (Art. 3 Sec 37a: read it for fun and education). Saturday morning I found a large pink cardstock notice under my windshield wiper:
IT APPEARS THAT
THIS VEHICLE IS PARKED
IN VIOLATION OF THE LAW
I hadn’t moved my car in two weeks. Covered in a patina of dust and road grime and missing a single fog lamp (stolen sometime between Thursday and Saturday), it must have looked like an abandoned vehicle. Indeed, I had almost forgotten where I’d parked it.
The lost fog lamp sucks, of course. But considering the gas I’m not buying, I think I’m still ahead. I did resolve to take better care of my car. When I lived in LA it got washed every other week and mostly stayed parked beneath a car port or in a garage at work, gleaming shiny black. Now it’s just out on the curb, at the mercy of the elements and assholes with tools.