I haven’t had much oppotunity to dig in the back yard and find much in the way of new old stuff to post about, so any unearthing being done must be credited to Ranger whose excavations around the place are many. Next to one particularly deep hole close to the hammock I found this 1.5 …
Did you know that back in the day if cyclists in Los Angeles dared to want to bring their bikes aboard any of the MTA’s trains (which back then consisted of the Blue Line, the Green Line and a Red Line that only ran between Union Station and the Wiltern Theater), the MTA wanted to …
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At the northwest corner of Crescent Heights and Wilshire this morning sat a weathered man holding a weathered piece of written-upon cardboard in one hand and a plastic cup in the other. I don’t remember what the sign said verbatim, but it included the words “Please Help” and gave information that the man was hungry …
At the end of March I wrote a post detailing a pair of stupid cyclists I encountered one morning on 4th Street. The first one was surly and despite being a slowpoke had no patience for the long red light at Wilton Place, and the second one was overdressed and jumped a four-way stop a …
Sigh. Picked this hitchhiker up while rounding the corner from Overland onto Venice Boulevard, where it ran itself through the tube within. I gamely attempted to patch the entrance and exit wounds, but it was getting dark and cold and so I finally replaced it with my last new one and got myself over to …
With about a gallon of 87 octane left in my truck’s gas tank, if I’d reeeeeeeally wanted to yesterday I could’ve put off filling her up and then gone ahead and accumulated an additional week’s worth of bike-commuting mileage. But I’d driven to Burbank Sunday morning to help rearrange some furniture for my mom, and …
If you’re an angeleno, odds are at some point during your time here you’ve experienced the falling of a palm frond from its tree. I’d hazard you haven’t ever had the pleasure of being 40 feet away from 17 30 — count ’em: 17 30! — of them full-sized suckers falling at once. I have. …