Looking out the office window yesterday afternoon I was a bit double-taken aback to find what looked like a funnel cloud forming somewhere not at all far enough away to the south (click to quadruplify): Can’t say whether it was or just an illusion of perspective (more likely), but the good news either way was …
What is this about? Roadkill Davis yanked a hard right onto Robertson from Wilshire and watched as the stolen car suspect he’d been chasing through Beverly Hills since he lit up the hot Jaguar at Santa Monica Boulevard slowed down, flung the driver’s side door open and bailed out of the moving car, dropping into …
Indeed barely a day after the demise of The Phoenix and its corpse still warm where its been hung up in the garage, on my lunch break today I somewhat $keptically went online with no clear purpose other than t0 see what I could see in terms of potential new singlespeeders out there… and hopefully …
The No. 439 bus is like the Katamari Damacy of MTA lines, rolling all over the place and picking up anything and everything in its path. The northbound version starts at the Greenline Station at Aviation Boulevard and Imperial Highway and works its way up through Westchester on to Sepulveda where it passes through the …
What is this about? Crossing Olin shed his loafers and socks and tie in the oppressively humid Alabama August heat then rolled up his slacks to his knees before taking that first step out onto the top of the narrow dam that spanned about 80 feet between the banks of the Little Warrior River where …
You might call this catastrophic frame failure, I call it total heartbreak. I noticed an odd cadence-like ticking on yesterday’s downtown ride with Susan and thought it might be time for a new bottom bracket, but after rolling through the rain to work this morning (in a record 50 minutes, by the way) little did …
 (click to quadrify) Sunday downtown: The parakeets were an awesome surprise. The movie was decent. The Julius Shulman photo exhibit was extraordinary. The too-crowded Murakami show was for another day. Olvera Street fed us. Then we biked home. Here’s Susan in the lead coming through the 2nd Street Tunnel.