One Year Ago Today

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 …

Anatomy Of An Almost Fail

Well, the bruised inside of my right thigh might argue with the “almost” part, but the fact that I managed to stay upright on the bike following such a catastrophic — and no doubt laughable-looking — pedal slippage is remarkable. I was stopped on 4th at Western. Long-ish wait, made minutely longer by the fact …

Vroom To Spare

Ha. So I’m biking home last night, making a right turn onto Mesmer from Centinela and a motorcyclist on some tricked-out K1200-rE-3.1415 rice burnasaki races up to make the same turn and does so parallel to me — for some reason seeing fit right about my 7 o’clock to give a high-pitched double-rev of his …

It’s A Gas Gas Gas

Any resident whose done their time here in Los Angeles recalls fondly the period before and during the 1984 Olympics when a variety of misconceptions and misjudgments left Los Angeles a veritable commuters paradise. There are probably a variety of factors contributing to those glory days, but by and large the easy one to cite …

Drinks Are On Me

Earlier this week I dusted off that bike story from the archives, now let me tell you this one: It was without doubt the single most infuriating and vengefully satisfying bicycling encounter with asshats in a car and it happened a looooong time ago. It was the summer of 1991. I was going through a …

Night of the Bike-Hating Toyota Tards

I guess I could blame last night’s earthquake on the increased general aggression and agitation I encountered from drivers on my ride home from work last night, but two in particular — both coincidentally operating Toyota Rav-4s — stand out from the rest. The first one, driven by an older blond woman, came up behind …