With all due respect: you’re a a big fat milk-moving liarhead. You showed me that safety is not your goal while crowding by me at speed on my bike far too closely in your big-ass truck with both of us eastbound in the No. 2 lane on Melrose Avenue passing Paramount Studios Wednesday evening. I …
There was a time when you were my one and only. The day I brought you home from the Sherman Oaks bike store on Ventura Boulevard in February of 2002, you forever changed my previous stubborn belief that a mountain bike was all I would ever need to get around. You were lighter, far more …
No doubt about it: with the 100-plus miles I ride every week on my bike across Los Angeles, any given seven-day stretch wherein I don’t get impeded or struck by an inattentive or pre-occupied motorist is a good one. And in fact other than the few idiots encountered the first six/seven months of this year …
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In no real order: Haircut. Take the dogs for a good long neighborhood walk. See “The Dark Knight” with Susan. Replace the bottom bracket on my bike and maybe get a new handlebar stem, and a new chain and while I’m at it swap out the brakes (and put them back on my road bike) …
Yesterday I participated in the first of a series of summer bike rides hosted by Councilman Tom LaBonge (which I posted about over here at L.A. Metblogs). While cyclists turned north onto Larchmont from 3rd Street (heading to the Baskin-Robbins in the village there for some free ice cream), my friend and 4th Street Bike …
… is not just that they end, but that they take place. They are a false escape, a phony freedom. Because you come back into an office with piled-up work that you’ve essentially put off for the time while you’ve been away. This is not an attempt at profound observation, just a recognition of the …
I’m pretty much a flag hanger. I don’t think there’s been a Flag Day or Memorial Day or Veterans Day or Independence Day sinc I moved in with Susan that I haven’t trotted out old glory. Usually I bring her in at sundown because any decent flag presenter knows you’re not supposed to leave the …