So I’m westbound on Venice Boulevard this morning. I’ve made the light at Fairfax and once across it I’m cruising up to the next one, which is red. Not the light at Cadillac, but the one before it at the entrance to Kaiser Permanente’s parking complex. I get up behind another cyclist stopped there and …
Since I typically ride home from work after the main part of the so-called “rush hour,” whenever I deviate from that time frame I’m forced to remember that the streets of Los Angeles at 6:30 p.m. bear the burden of a far more selfish, impatient and less-accepting motorist than they do even as little as …
I think I comment too much. In fact, I know I do. If I see a photo on Flickr or read a post on LAist, or Losanjealous, or Franklin Avenue, or Curbed LA — or any number of personal blogs that I frequent and enjoy on a regular basis — I won’t hesitate to chime …
Since getting my iPhone last summer and abandoning the despised 323-prefaced digits foisted upon me by Verizon for a rightful and coveted old-school 213 number available through AT&T, I’ve had the occasional fun of getting wrong number calls at really crappy hours. From the same person. Like yesterday at 5:37 a.m., or again this morning …
The above blink-and-you’ll-miss-it snippet sliced from today’s morning commute timelapse footage might seem at first look to be nothing much, so lemme just cut to the chase and let the complaint filed with the MTA tell the whole story: The operator of MTA Bus No. 8115 on the westbound 333 line at 9:20 a.m. this …
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Biking south of 8th Street on La Brea I was “passed and slashed” as I like to call it — aka: cut off or turned in front of — by an inattentive and irresponsible motorist. Below are the nine frames/seconds of the incident captured by my handlebar cam. But first let me break ’em down …
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Dear Neighbor Who Drives The Jet Black Chevy Suburban Whose Clackalacka Sound The Engine Makes Means You Either Use Crap Valve-Wrecking Gas Or It’s A Noisy-Ass Diesel-Powered Earth Killer, I saw you this morning, you turd with appendages. You meatbag with a pulse. You backed your ship out of the driveway across the street, straight …