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Critical Mass was so successful in San Francisco that it almost doesn't exist anymore. These days discussions of bike lanes is more about what kind of lane rather than if bikes should even be allowed on the road.
https://www.kqed.org/news/11941576/the-night-that-changed-san-francisco-cycling-forever
(Not in US) just 20 minutes ago I had to drive in the bike lane.
It’s not my fault though, the city also marked it as the turning lane.
If I didn’t drive in the bike lane to make a turn, I would have been ticketed.
Yes, there were traffic enforcers standing at that corner. (During rush hour, they are everywhere.)