Not sure what at all’s going on with the sudden and surprise change from my blog’s long-standing theme to this default version that I discovered this morning when I opened up my browser. It’s through nothing I did and other than contact my webhost I’m at a loss as to how to fix it. So …
I should have known right away that something was up when I came outside for lunch and first saw Ranger in the backyard standing still and looking down at the dirt. But it wasn’t until a couple minutes later and Ranger was still in the same spot still looking down that it dawned on me …
After riding from Silver Lake to Seal Beach and back to downtown, before pedaling the last five miles home, I was able to catch the last remaining competitors in the Tour of California Time Trials taking place on a course stretching between Bunker Hill and the Memorial Coliseum. I was entirely blown away by the …
Well, this just has to about beat all. On my bike, I’ve been left-hooked, right-hooked, cut-off, short-stopped, tailgated, shaved, flipped-off, shoaled, poached, thrown at, laughed at, yelled at, cussed out, threatened and derided by all manner of motorists. Never before — nope: NEVER EVER — have I experienced direct derision and disdain from someone so …
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Well after a quiet start to these first few weeks of 2010, I made up for lost flats last night. Got three — count ’em: three! — on the ride home from work. Silly me: Earlier in the day I’d actually dared to consider that I might get through the first month of the new …
Haiti’s got me dwelling and waking up. The quake, it’s terrifying devastation and its chaotic aftermath have all served to show me how ill-equipped our household is and will be when an epic disaster strikes Los Angeles. When. Not if. Sure, we’ve got emergency food/supply backpacks in each of our cars. Plus there’s an emergency …
I fought the law and the law won. I gave it a solid effort, but I knew getting my case dismissed would be a longshot if the officer was present — and he was. Sure, the judge listened to the officer’s statement, listened to mine, which directly and relatively convincingly contradicted the officer’s statement, giving …