As the year progressed and rolled with The Phoenix more and more I found myself harboring stronger delusions of posting a 2,000-mile cycling year — my first since 2003. Certainly my involvement with the notorious and fictional IAAL/MAF bike gang and the mileage I accrued from our regular ridings during the summer helped stoke my confidence, but then …
Rode safe. Rode true. To the uppers of Elysian Park. To the heights of Griffith Park, too. Quite the points of view. And the whybirds flew away about halfway through. But before I bid adieu. Here’s a photoset for you. P.S. Ranger says hey what’s new.
Following up on my post about Saturday’s awesome bike ridings, I went into Gmaps and charted the course of the loop around Dodger Stadium through Elysian Park. Turns out to be about a 10.2-mile course, like so: Also viewable here: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=573201. I had a job interview this morning that despite my self-critical nature went pretty …
Susan got word from her mom that her grandma and uncle Jim up in Troy, Montana (where we enjoyed July 4 in 100-degree heat) are currently dealing with 14 inches of snow that a storm dropped on them. Meanwhile back in L.A. today it was 80 degrees and gorgeous — especially so because I got …
Putting aside that it’s not even “officially” the holiday season yet, and also putting aside that every other night of the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power’s Festival of Lights cyclists are categorically banned from enjoying the public light show, last night was the one-night-only bone thrown by LADWP and city officials to us …
L.A. Observed’s esteemed Malibu correspondent Veronique de Turenne has had it up to her hood ornaments with the legions of Lycra-clad Lance wannabe’s who in teeming masses launch forth rides of epic distances up and down her seaside. Certainly she qualifies her aggravation by expressing not only a personal readiness to yield for cyclists but …
I’m having some because I’m a caffeine addict, but I certainly don’t need any coffee right now. The remnants of the adrenaline that rushed through my system at 6:17 this morning is enough to keep me w-i-d-e awake. That’s when The Phoenix suffered a spectacular blowout of its rear innertube. In and of itself a …