Cryin’ O’Neal

With news of his passing, here is my Ryan O’Neal story. In early 1982 I was a senior in high school and a stock clerk at the glorious long-gone Hunters Books on Rodeo Drive. I worked in the basement with a merry band of misfits young and not-so. We called it the dungeon, lovingly. Celebrity …

Frank/Lloyd Wride

Well Sunday’s rather hastily thrown together “Frank/Lloyd Wride” was a definite joy (although I’m kicking myself for not packing a spare memory card as my cam’s filled up immediately upon arrival to Ennis House, the second to last stop, thus preventing a start-to-finish video). All-in it involved a 26.5 mile, 3-hour tour, the first third …

Dumbf*ck Is I

As an urban cyclist who documents his rides (and shares the negatives or positives experienced in their course), any credibility and integrity I hope to possess would be nonexistent if all I did was call out the fails against me and didn’t share the ones I commit — even if they are equal parts embarrassing …

Four On The Fourth

Independence Day fell on a Tuesday this year awkwardly making for a holiday untethered to either end of the weekend and instead isolated and surrounded by work days. To complicate matters it’s a day spent worried about our stressed-out doggos and dreading the mostly sleepless night to come when greater Los Angeles turns into a …

Isn’t It Ironic

After the 6th Street Viaduct opened last year but before the shiz all hit the fan last year with that racist audio recording that blew up the City Council, Councilman Kevin De Lyin’ put forth a motion that was approved by the Council allocating thousands upon thousands of dollars to vandalism abatement for the new …