I’m not totally committed to such a, ahem, bold fashion statement yet, but on tomorrow’s epic 63-mile July 4 ride — the backbone of which will be a complete end-to-end traversing of the 27.65 miles that make up (George) Washington Boulevard — I may very well be sporting the following relic, dug out from the …
Previous entries here: Leonardo, Vote If I had to pick one absolutely favorite Midnight Ridazz ride of the couple dozen I’ve been on, it would have to be La Noche De Los Biciclistas Muertos, from November 2006. Not only was it an awesome excursion that went from Los Feliz to East Los Angeles and back …
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Inaugural entry here: Leonardo Back a few months after I got my Street Legal tee-shirts completed, my friend and sincere cyclista Mihai’s main squeeze Brigitte (also a dedicated rider) emailed me saying how much she’d like to buy a his ‘n hers set to surprise her beau for his upcoming birthday. Buy? Down to the …
For as organized as I purport myself to be, the drawers containing my socks, briefs and t-shirts tell a much different story. So badly overstuffed and everything poorly folded, it’s entirely feasible that I could easily place something new in there and not see it again for months — or longer, if I didn’t go …
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So last Tuesday I went to the 5th Annual Blessing of the Bikes at Good Samaritan Hospital and among the shwag I accumulated was a 15%-discount coupon for REI. In the ensuing days since my bike was blessed the coupon has been sitting on my desk, having survived several attempts to discard it because I …
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You might recall my April post detailing the saga of the linen suit my mother purchased for me as an early birthday present. Well enough with the words, there’s some pixels of the outfit with the blue linen shirt from J. Peterman and the white Johnson & Murphy bucks with me cleaned up and inside …
In a phone conversation last week my mom told me she’d been out shopping and had come across a men’s white linen suit for an unbelievable price and wanted to know what my size was. I told her I wasn’t sure. The heftier last year’s me was threatening to push into the realm of a …