September 2009
11 posts
rio hondo vs san gabriel vs wishire →
okay, so i’d like to say first off that i fully believe in stereotypes to a large degree. i do not however think that in any way, shape, or form that stereotypes are 100% correct or fair or should be taken as true in every situation.
so, that being said, the super amped up asian guy on a super $$$ de rosa king that blew past me about 15 miles from the end of my ride, who was bopping his...
oom bik pakka! →
sitting around the house working on a website about riding my bike is just silly when it’s 400 degrees outside and i could be riding up to the observatory again. and again.
i finally figgered out how to get the dumb ol’ g-map to actually mark up griffith park but i have to start in the park which is annoying. so the map says a started and ended at the observatory which is not true. it...
all rolled into one →
after such a long absence where does one start?
right here! i’ll say first that this is the story of two very separate and different rides. i’ll just go all chronological on you to make it easier on me.
on saturday the 19th i met up with another louisvillian that happens to be out here sunning in so-cal who goes by the name of zach @ about 7am. we tromped on down to the beach and sat...
foreign butts
yes i rode to the beach again. it was my first really truly carefree “ride for the sake of riding” ride in a while. everything else has been for work or to meet people or whatever. this was simply to ride.
i’ve been reading about “training” cuz in my head i think i want to try to race. i want to be fast. i want to try really really hard and then lose. i want to fail...
how do you forget the naked guy? →
first things first. i want to say i am very sorry for forgetting to mention that on my ride home form work the other night i saw a guy getting arrested by the police. this man was on the side of western ave and he was completely naked. he dropped something as the cop spun him around and the cop decided to kick it out of the way and it happened to be a tube of lube. so there take that criminals....
it's better with the lights on
so i’m slowly ramping up my brain for what is appearing to be the sure thing of me riding to calabassas for work every day for a millennia.
last time i had to be out there sooper dooper early so i hit the road pre-predawn and shot straight through. it was nice and quiet and i made good time but it was so dark that i not only didn’t get to see anything but i missed out on the best part...
it's 530am and hollywood smells like pot
i’m not judging. i’m just making an observation like the guy in “dazed and confused”. unlike said character, i doubt this will result in a fight. but i rode through hollywood between 5-6am the last three days in a row and right there at cahuenga and franklin it smells like pot.
but not just like “oh, someone is smoking pot.” like “i’m riding through...
it's not really a race if you don't know you're... →
so for like the 9th time (and this will be the last time i type about it), i got smoked out of the gate at a stop light. i was doing usual not too fast not too slow approach to a red light a a funky lil’ intersection on riverside where the road curves all haywire and there is an on/off ramp to the 101 and lights been red for a while and so i know it’s gonna split and then some guy on a...
special delivery (aka the life of a bicycle... →
so when i sold my car a month ago i cleaned it out and found some interesting stuff. mostly just dumb shit that made me think about stuff i hadn’t thought of in a while.
the only thing of importance to any of this was a poster from a rock n’ roll show that i went to with my good friend carr schilling like 4 years ago. he took me out for a night on the town shortly after i moved here...
really? 'til the end of march? →
here’s me getting everything i wish for…well, sorta.
work draws me to strange and far away lands. lands like calabassas.
if you’ve never been, it’s colder than los angeles in the morning, and hotter than hell in the afternoon. cuz it’s closer to the sun i think.
the round trip was something like 75 miles but only cuz i took the “safe way” home which...
this is what you get when you're lazy →
no riding for three days so far and today is not looking good, which will make four.
tomorrow will bring the pain!
chirp,
hillary