Archive for September, 2008
Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
In Which I Ruminate/Reminesce About Bikesesses
Ongoing issues with my mountainbike have me rationalizing getting a new one. Collapsed economy notwithstanding, me wantz new bikey.
The entry-level, full-suspension Ibex Apogee that I purchased in 2004 online served me well enough through the two years that ensued. But I haven’t put tread to trail since some time in 2006 and hell, I’m pretty [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in biking, commerce, ramblings by Will
Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
Howsabout A Little Head?
Sorry, couldn’t resist the headline.
I love digging around the backyard to see what artifacts might emerge. As you can see from my photoset on Flickr, we’ve amassed a rather interesting Gallery of Backyarchaelogy, and this thumbnail-sized ceramic noggin found atop the dirt near the hammock is the latest addition to be exhumed… by Ranger’s efforts, [...]
No Comments » - Posted in backyarchaeology by Will
Monday, September 29th, 2008
No One Cries At A Fly’s Demise
You can tell a housefly is pretty much done in, when it buzzes about almost drunkenly, having been trapped indoors for however long and deprived of whatever it is flies need to survive. Such was the case in the cavernous Savannah Convention Center on Friday afternoon when a fly hung around our booth at the [...]
No Comments » - Posted in recollections, ruminations by Will
Sunday, September 28th, 2008
No Clearance Clarence
So I’m back home from my trip to Savannah and all’s good, with the exception of my wounded bike. Getting to the end of my chores while watching my Raiders find a way to lose yet again, I finally took a look at her bent forks.
To best illustrate the damage done in my embarrasing and [...]
4 Comments » - Posted in biking by Will
Friday, September 26th, 2008
Midday In The Garden Of Good & Evil
There’s a quiz at the end so pay attention as I share what I’ve learned if you ever find yourself cut open by biking into the back of a double-parked minivan and then have to forego a trip to the emergency room for stitches because instead you, your embarrassment, and your bleeding chin have no [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in travel by Will
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008
Well So There Ya Go
For better or worse, if there’s one thing you can count on me to relate without restraint it’s the absolutely crazy ass things that happen to me, and the one that happened a block from my house about 4:30 p.m. this afternoon will certainly qualify for Top 10 status if not No. 1 pick for [...]
9 Comments » - Posted in biking, unfathomable by Will
Monday, September 22nd, 2008
Mileage
I finally was forced to do something Saturday morning I hadn’t had to do since June 29: fill up my truck’s tank. What with all the bicycle riding I’ve been doing, I’d only logged 215 miles on four wheels. In comparison over that same period I biked 1,582.
Gas was $4.69 per gallon at the Silver [...]
No Comments » - Posted in biking by Will
Saturday, September 20th, 2008
This Is Why I Hate: Golfers
So I golfed this morning with Joseph Mailander at the nine-hole Roosevelt golf course in Griffith Park — one of my favorites. It was a beautiful day and it was great to see him and I was very much appreciative of his willingness to suffer my lack of skills given my golf this day was [...]
7 Comments » - Posted in idiots, sports by Will
Wednesday, September 17th, 2008
Trains
Lingering thoughts of last week’s Metrolink disaster remind me of a story my mother told me about my grandfather, William Douglas Dill, who for most of his life was an engineer with the Southern Railway company.
There’d been an accident in the Sheffield railyard where he worked — the closest of the railway’s yards to where [...]
6 Comments » - Posted in family, recollections by Will
Tuesday, September 16th, 2008
Another Ride Home, Another Asshat
Then the punk pitched his cigarette at me.
But let me back up to the beginning a block away on Sunset and Parkman where I was stopped waiting for the light to turn green. A champagne colored Japanese coupe pulled alongside my right to make a right turn and as he passed me I heard the [...]
