San Francisco, car killer?

I remember once I was cutting crosstown on those hills and happened to be low on oil, the lifters were starving and clattering... thought I wasn't going to make it. At least SF puts stop signs on those hill intersections — I wrecked my first Barracuda in Seattle trying to make a left on a steep downhill --- a cab flying blind up the hill hit me head-on. Neither of us could see the other.