Well Sunday’s rather hastily thrown together “Frank/Lloyd Wride” was a definite joy (although I’m kicking myself for not packing a spare memory card as my cam’s filled up immediately upon arrival to Ennis House, the second to last stop, thus preventing a start-to-finish video). All-in it involved a 26.5 mile, 3-hour tour, the first third …
As an urban cyclist who documents his rides (and shares the negatives or positives experienced in their course), any credibility and integrity I hope to possess would be nonexistent if all I did was call out the fails against me and didn’t share the ones I commit — even if they are equal parts embarrassing …
Independence Day fell on a Tuesday this year awkwardly making for a holiday untethered to either end of the weekend and instead isolated and surrounded by work days. To complicate matters it’s a day spent worried about our stressed-out doggos and dreading the mostly sleepless night to come when greater Los Angeles turns into a …
After the 6th Street Viaduct opened last year but before the shiz all hit the fan last year with that racist audio recording that blew up the City Council, Councilman Kevin De Lyin’ put forth a motion that was approved by the Council allocating thousands upon thousands of dollars to vandalism abatement for the new …
Say hi to the driver of this brown Kia Soul, California plate 7DVW586, who I met Friday at about 5PM at the intersection of Figueroa and 21st Street as he crept out (as so many motorists do) into the bike lane. Apparently me ringing my bike bell and getting his attention so that they didn’t …
Sigh. As found when I got home from this afternoon’s bike commute from work, the long-top heavy branch from one of the giant rice paper trees had given way, finally victim of old age, gravity, and a gust of wind despite my efforts with a strategically placed post during the winds and rains of the …
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Perhaps ya know by now I’m not into clean, even-numbered mileage milestones when it comes to my bikings. Still, regardless of the odd number involved I’ll usually dismount and snap a photo of Bigfoot’s odometer. Not yesterday morning. I was cutting it close both to being late to work and for the last digit to …