The Handwriting On The Wall

Susan’s been pretty good about it, but I haven’t done much  in terms of reportage or documentage since the pre-renovation demolition  commenced last week — in part because I was somewhat deflated when the house’s equivalent of the famed Al Capone’s vault (ours being a crawlspace section of the bedroom that’s been walled off and …

I Spent The Following Nine Seconds With An Asshat Motorist And Lived To Tell About It

Biking south of 8th Street on La Brea I was “passed and slashed” as I like to call it — aka: cut off or turned in front of — by an inattentive and irresponsible motorist. Below are the nine frames/seconds of the incident captured by my handlebar cam. But first let me break ’em down …

Putting the “I” In Bike

It was way back in August when I first started attempting timelapsifications of my morning and evening bike commutes and uploading them to YouTube. My main motivation was simple: to counter the festering perception that bicycling in Los Angeles is an unsafe practice. So far so good. Fast forward to a couple days ago when …

The Hills Are Alive

Made good on my Bike Every Day promise to go out and get some dirt yesterday. Susan joined me in venturing out to the Beaudry North trailhead where civilization ends and the Verdugo Mountains begin, and we set out, she on foot and me on wheels to do some exploring. We stayed in contact viz …

To Errand Is Human

Things I did yesterday when I finally got my ass up and on my way: 1) Took truck to gas station to put air in the left rear tire, which has had a reeeeeeeaally slow leak for about a year (note to self: I should reeeeeeeaally get that patched). 2) Went to Orange 20 Bikes …