Where There’s A Hill There’s A Way

Near the end of my bike commutes home I’m always faced with one final obstacle. It’s nothing monumental, about 580 feet of Occidental Boulevard that rises some 60 feet over that length (roughly a 10% grade), but after 15 miles across town through traffic it’s a chore to get up on top of it (even moreso after the 22 miles rolled …

Part Of The Scenery

When you look through the years And see what you could have been Ooooh, what you might have been If you’d had more time In light of today’s unfathomable and horrific violence that occured this morning on the other side of the country, I need to go to the edge of this side and get …

Another Moving Experience

Midnight Ridazz time again — and on Friday the 13th, no less. Fortunately I emerged from the magnificent ride tonight with 32 more miles under my tires and a whole buncha pix viewable here. UPDATED (4/15): I found this shot (fauxtoshopped into surrealistration by me, of course) in the Midnight Ridazz photo gallery from the …

Phalt Lines

Last night I rolled with Ride-Arc’s monthly ride as planned. It was a doozy full of a lot of miles and information. Left the house at 8:40 p.m. to meet my friends Steve and Alice for the cruise down to the gathering point inside the Arts District downtown and from there we set out with …

Cycles Of Violence

I posted info of this assault on a cyclist riding on Pico Boulevard on the Midnight Ridazz website (here), and it’s generated a good deal of discussion and opinion. The insane long-windedness of my thoughts on the matter precludes me from posting it anywhere but here after the jump.

If A Bike Lane Sucks In The City Does It Make Any Sound?

Cross-posted at Blogging.la   I wasn’t able to accompany my friend and fellow bike advocate Stephen Box (though his advocacy level is to the nth degree where as mine is merely to the third/fourth power) on his ride to the city’s bike advisory committee meeting last night, but fortunately this dude is everywhere and I was able to …