While the entirely unhurried pedestrian making her way so casually across 4th Street could be accused of acting like she was queen of the road, the ever-entitled motorist who — gasp! — lost a few precious seconds because of her pace proves beyond a reasonable doubt that he is king of the losers by finding …
I don’t know what it is about YouTube. The indignation and insultation one can find there either directly or directed at others often achieves a cro-mag baseness that seldom fails to amaze. I certainly don’t help matters with my “”This Is Why I Hate” series of posts usually video’d from the POV of me on …
Pretty uneventful commute this morning. Everything was safe and sane and the most interesting thing I encountered being an elderly gent in full suit and tie — looking like someone straight outta Copenhagen — biking south on La Brea this morning as I was stuck on 4th behind a line of cars waiting for the …
Coming home east along Venice Boulevard I spotted a black coupe a half block up poking out from a side street fully across the bike lane waiting for motor traffic to clear so the driver could make a right. I slowed hoping he’d get his chance but the flow of cars was too thick and …
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Alternate Title: A Less-Attentive And Intuitive Cyclist Would Have Become A Momentary Hood Ornament Here’s the slow-mo video of the slow-speed encounter beginning when I proceed from my stop on 4th Street a couple blocks east of Western Avenue as the northbound vehicle crosses the intersection (worth noting in that first frame below how the …
Susan and I made good on vague plans suggested a couple weeks ago to forego our usual Saturday-morning porch time and get ourselves over to Griffith Park for a near-sunrise hike from the Observatory up to the top of Mt. Hollywood. It was my first time on pretty much any of GP’s trails since the …
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So I’m on 4th Street this morning, dutifully waiting for the green at Wilton like the conscientious and grown-up cyclist I am — a green that is always ooooh so slow to arrive. Finally, as if a gift from gawd the flashing red hand appears, and the countdown commences until I am morally and legally …