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 …
Thanks to my friend Eric Richardson of Blogdowntown and his excellent coverage of the inauguration event held at L.A. Live’s Nokia Plaza Tuesday morning, I now have visual confirmation of my presence in his photo, above. See me and my bike there? No, over there. In the back — what can I say I got …
On this date last year was one of the saddest days in my biking life. It was the day The Phoenix died. The Phoenix was my pride and joy, brought back from wretched rusted abandonment with my own two hands and questionable repair skills to a charmed new colorful life as a single-speeder that really …
Dear Neighbor Who Drives The Jet Black Chevy Suburban Whose Clackalacka Sound The Engine Makes Means You Either Use Crap Valve-Wrecking Gas Or It’s A Noisy-Ass Diesel-Powered Earth Killer, I saw you this morning, you turd with appendages. You meatbag with a pulse. You backed your ship out of the driveway across the street, straight …
I biked downtown this morning to L.A. Live. Grand plans had me getting down there at 6 a.m. for breakfast at the Pantry and then hanging out until Obama gave his first speech as the 44th President of the United States of America. What actually happened was that I left the house around 8: 15 …
That picture pretty much represents the moment it sank in that the country had elected Barack Obama as its next president. Immediately thereafter I felt a compulsion to attend the inauguration that took me a bit by surprise. I wastd little time putting requests in to my various elected representatives for tickets — three: for …
There’s an article in the California section of today’s L.A. Times that covers the pinch gardeners are feeling during these tough economic times. True, true… services like that are among the first to get cut when money belts get tightened. Susan and I canceled the twice-a-month visits from our gardening crew a few months ago, …