The Butt Stops Here

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 …

10 Percent Down, 90 To Go

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 …

Hey I Made The Cut!

A couple posts ago I mentioned that on the subway ride up to Universal City between the bike tour and the marathon, I spoke with a Daily News reporter. Turns out some of my babblings made it into staffer Billy Witz’ marathon day report: It was an interesting day, too, for Will Campbell of Silver Lake. And a …

Pen For Your Thoughts?

On my bike commute home last night, with everything feeling good, I was jolted back to reality in the form of a writing instrument. Just as the light turned green and I began to proceed across the intersection of Florence and La Cienega I felt the tap of something hit my back pack and when I looked over my right shoulder …

Combining Passions

Man did I just have an idea that might or might not suck. Well, in actuality it wasn’t my idea, nor did it just happen. It’s actually been sauteeing in my brain pan for a few months now. I think it originated from one of my fellow biking buds — Steve or Spencer perhaps — during one …