When it was announced that LAPD Chief Charles Beck was to be in attendance at this week’s City Council Transportation Committee meeting Wednesday, I would have bet good money that he wouldn’t show. Nothing against Beck, it’s just that in the recent past there have been blow-offs by the department to requests by the committee …
I ask because I certainly got some guy in the Lexura coupe behind me all hot and bothered. Admittedly I was daydreaming southbound on Madison and missed the red turning to green in front of Sony Pictures in Culver City, hotbed of a high-speed transit corridor that it is. Of course, I realized my absentmindedness …
Well, this just has to about beat all. On my bike, I’ve been left-hooked, right-hooked, cut-off, short-stopped, tailgated, shaved, flipped-off, shoaled, poached, thrown at, laughed at, yelled at, cussed out, threatened and derided by all manner of motorists. Never before — nope: NEVER EVER — have I experienced direct derision and disdain from someone so …
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I’m always pleasantly surprised when my slapped-together rides draw any interest whatsever, so you can imagine how thrilled I was that yesterday’s 8 Presidents Ride drew a variety of 24 cyclists at the outset (not shown: Stephen and Alice and Foodtruck Maven Joni — and no, Bobby in the yellow shirt is not about to …
Most of the northbound motorist morons I meet at this intersection (map) — and trust me on this there is a legion of ’em — are limit-line challenged. They’ll either barely slow down upon arrival at the stop sign, or they’ll California roll on through with their left turns, leaving me two options. Either I …
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I was much more uplifted by the first clip, featuring what I expect is a protective mama Cooper’s Hawk chasing off a nest-encroaching and substantially larger red-tailed hawk that I chanced upon this morning when on 4th Street and Rimpau I heard the telltale Cooper’s laughing call and was able to bring my digicam to …
Lately I’ve been thinking about the general marginalization and rejection of cycling in Los Angeles and something dawned on me that may be sociological or profound. Or both. Or neither. I realized — while biking, of course — that here in this city, content isn’t nearly the king that the container is. Instead of our …