I know this stuff bores the shiz out of 98.665% of you visitors here, but it’s how I roll literally and figuratively. And in the first eight days of my new gig I’ve driven three times, biked 4.5 times and bused 0.5 times (those point-fivers are from my mixed-use commute yesterday when I biked in, …
So I met up last night with my friend Elson, who I’ve become acquainted with through various RIDE-Arc and Midnight Ridazz rides. He was bummed because he wasn’t able to make last Friday’s “10 Bridges” ride and so we reconnoitered at Union Station and did an abbreviated version through downtown. Here’s a five-second shot I …
click to quadruplify I snapped this from the saddle of my bike on Crenshaw over the Santa Monica Freeway this morning, about four miles into my 13 mile commute to work. Most of the people sitting in the seats of those vehicles stretching out to infinity (or the gridlocked 405, whichever comes first) with their …
No matter what incontrovertible proof you may have that someone is an idiot, people will look at said proof and how you reacted and find you to be the idiot. This is just a fact of the world in which we live. Earlier today we encountered a guy jogging in the bike lane on Sunset …
click to triplify Well, maybe a little when one suddenly darts up the wall from behind your desk at some ungodly hour of the night, like this fine specimen just did only then to hang out tolerant enough to let me get the camera up close and personal before moving on, and of course I …
My friend Militant Angeleno posted a light-spirited comment to my last post that was actually not far off the mark. He in response to my current mileage totals on The Phoenix, he wrote: “Admit it, you just took that westside job in order to rack up miles on your velo-odometer!” He’s onto something there. While …
In the afterglow of the pleasant and proud success of tonight’s IAAL•MAF spinvitational, which drew around 100 riders on a tour of the 10 downtown-adjacent bridges over the L.A. River, a couple milestones — or should I say mileage-stones? — took place. The first that happened was my accumulated commute and recreational 49.3-mile distance biked …