As I headed south on Aviation Boulevard across the southern runways of LAX to my right I spied a red-tailed hawk at my 11’oclock in midair just as it dove in pursuit of prey in the expanse of scrub beyond the fence to my left. The hawk aborted the attempt halfway down and pulled up. Then, against a strong …
Forty hours’ work + one historic adobe discovered + one friendship rekindled + 168.1 miles commuted by bicycle = one helluva good week. And it’s Friday! March 12 Silver Lake To El Segundo Work Commute And Back 32.2 miles March 13 Silver Lake To El Segundo Work Commute And Back 32.2 miles March 14 Silver Lake To …
And just like that with this morning’s ride in I’m 85% complete with my Bike To Work Week goal. By the end of the day Friday I’ll have logged somewhere around 165 miles, which not only puts me around 500 miles for the year and decidly in the black and on track in regards to my …
I’m happy to report that 24 hours after yesterday’s cigarette tossing contest, today’s ride in to work was entirely nonconfrontational. Actually there were some little confrontations, but all entirely friendly…. or at least not hostile. Even though it’s only been three consecutive mornings I guess me and The Phoenix have become a somewhat memorable fixture to some of the other fixtures around …
So I’m biking in to work this morning, I’m in the homestretch heading south where Florence becomes Aviation above Manchester and there’s a red light. In the right-turn-only lane for Manchester there’s a car broken down with its hood popped open and its driver solemnly looking down upon the conked engine as if trying to …
Gotta tell ya, it was tough. What with the winds last night and this sinus infection, I was in and out of sleep all night. And when I finally woke up to get up (which I usually do somewhere in between 5 and 5:30 a.m.) the clock read a totally sprung-forward 6:21, which meant no two-plus laidback …
UPDATE (03.12 – 07:14 a.m.): A couple commenters to my original Blogging.la post on this matter have opted to be patronizing or antagonistic in their responses, either intimating that I’m a hypocrite or casting dispersions about my age. One is a fellow Midnight Ridazz supporter who knows me from my participation in those mass biking events. The …