Yep. Happened today on 4th Street westbound, approaching La Brea. Guy in an SUV gets on my tail about a block and a half from the light and hangs there for a bit as if he’s hoping I’ll either somehow vanish entirely, or maybe be able to go from 18 mph to 45 in the …
I can’t lay claim to discovering the Dumpster of Fortunes, found where Commercial Street deadends into the Los Angeles River and photo’d and Flickr’d by some intrepid urban explorers a couple/three years ago, but I have paid it several visits since I learned about it — the latest being yesterday’s “Ten Bridges” ride, which thanks …
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Replaying the timelapse vid of last night’s ride home hardly tells the tale. I’m biking up Larchmont approaching Rosewood north of Beverly Boulevard. To the sidewalk on my right I notice a young man and woman jogging and calling out to something in front of them, and about three parked cars ahead is a dog …
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So yesterday morning’s 37 miler — from Silver Lake down to Watts Towers and back up to Boyle Heights, across the 6th Street Bridge, and down under the bridge to the LA River bed before heading up to the top of downtown an cutting across to MacArthur Park, and coming back past historic Alvarado Terrace …
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I step outside the climate-controlled comfort of my office building at 7:30 and blink dumbfounded at the surprise heat. It was like a flash fever, or as if someone left the door to hell open and the devil’s wondering who. Mounting up and and hitting the streets, the schizo winds bumrush from all sides. They …
I don’t even know… it may have only been a couple/three weeks ago, but it seems a lot longer since we converted the dining room into our bedroom to make way for the renovation work making its way down from the second floor. However long it’s been is about how long our cat Bink — …
That’s a still last night from the webcam, recently placed in the laundry room to point through a louvered window out at the patio table in the backyard in hopes of catching Bink having a nocturnal snack from the food bowl we’ve been leaving on it. Bink’s been living outside in protest since we had …
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