WC Varones

Don't ask me. I just report what happens.

It was a typical last Friday of the month: hundreds, perhaps a thousand or two, bicyclists heading down Market Street.

And then, all of a sudden, the ride was attacked by dozens of brain-eating zombies. It was like something out of 28 Weeks or Shaun of the Dead.






Go figure. Only in San Francisco.

Better zombie pics here and here.