I finally was forced to do something Saturday morning I hadn’t had to do since June 29: fill up my truck’s tank. What with all the bicycle riding I’ve been doing, I’d only logged 215 miles on four wheels. In comparison over that same period I biked 1,582. Gas was $4.69 per gallon at the …
Then the punk pitched his cigarette at me. But let me back up to the beginning a block away on Sunset and Parkman where I was stopped waiting for the light to turn green. A champagne colored Japanese coupe pulled alongside my right to make a right turn and as he passed me I heard …
It’s hard to say if the two youths loitering on the side of Ballona Creek last night were there by coincidence or design. It could be the pair of punks just happened to be standing around having found something interesting to watch in the waterway beside the section of the bikeway where it passes under …
It all began this morning when I rolled up behind Mr. Pinkbike in his green-and-white-and black Helen’s Cycles Team spandex ensemble stopped on his neon pink fixie westbound at the corner of Venice and La Cienega boulevards. His color scheme alone is post-worthy, but of course there’s more… much more — with his wasted transgressions …
Trying something different this morning I angled the camera 90 degrees counterclockwise for the commute to work to capture the passing city I was biking through, but battery issues kept on crapping the thing out. In the brief snippets that did store I found this reflection of me and Le Noir in a side of …
It began above, southbound on Vendome coming through HiFiTown, when the blue Honda sedan practically redlined it past, driven so ridiculously fast that the driver had to start braking almost immediately beyond me in order to be able to stop at Beverly Boulevard without laying down some rubber. On the plus side, he gave me …
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I can imagine something akin to Abbott & Costello’s “Who’s On First” sketch when telling someone where we went for breakfast this morning. “What’s it’s name?” “It’s Local.” “Right. But what’s it called?” “The Local place?” “Yes!” “It’s Local.” “Gah!” Previously the Eastside Mercantile shop, Susan and I have been anticipating Local’s opening for weeks, …