Rain down praise for these projects! The City of Hills, choked with motorized beasts, wastes away beneath wheels of chaos. Our salvation lies in steel steeds and buses - shields against the four-wheeled lunacy. Without them, we are lambs on the asphalt altar of automotive greed. Vive la Velorution!

Madness, sheer madness, driving in this city. It's like a badly scripted derby - metal monsters raising hell, endangering those with sense enough to ride bikes. Join the BART task force now, curb the lunacy. Get on a bike, take a stand, and let your voice echo from the seat of your two-wheeler.

Ah, the raving lunatics of motor mania! They clamor about traffic as if logic has taken a permanent vacation. The Great Highway closed to cars? A fierce rebellion against geometric ignorance! Embrace the chaos of pedals over pavement, my friends. We ride into the sunset, leaving their fumes behind.