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 from louisville and we ended up at the echo/echoplex over on sunset blvd watching silversun pickups do a massively long show as their last los angeles performance before they went on a full blown tour for thier 1st full length album which if memory serves came out in ‘06 so 4 years doesn’t seem right…

the short and dull is that carr and i are not evil theives, we are merry hearted pranksters, so when we stole the flyer for the show off the front door on our way out and it pissed off the door guy, he was totally in the wrong. we were just making life fun for everyone involved and he was being “soooooper serious door guy”.

anyway, so i found the flyer crammed into the pocket thing of the front passenger side door and decided that carr needed to have it back. i then got lazy and waited and waited and then today i decided i would take a bike ride to carr’s house in marina del ray-ish area via topanga canyon. two birds one stone.

i got yelled at by a guy in a thooper thweet range rover that was all tricked out with go fasters cuz i decided to obey the law and turn left from the turn lane. he was behind me and even though it was clear i couldn’t turn due to all the fucking traffic he kept yelling for me to go but then he just peeled out and went around me and didn’t even turn. i waved for him to come back but he didn’t flip a bitch he just flipped me off.

i’ve decided that people must feel pretty safe in their cars. i’m pretty much over looking to start fights. i mean, i’m not an angry youth with something to prove anymore right? but i’m actually not at all opposed to showing someone exactly how strongly i feel about a subject. and if that means i have to get punched then so be it. if that means i have to wrestle someone in the street then that’s what it means. the thing i find is that people are willing to get inches away from me without a second thought when they are inside their car but none of them are ever willing to come back and get that close to me when they are out of their car. i guess the thing i’m most confused about is why do i feel safer when i’m not in a car? why don’t i feel like everyone else?

so topanga canyon was once again nice and fucking windy thus (how do i feel about using the word “thus” twice (three times) in one post?) was much slower than i always want and expect it to be. i crouched it out and hit 36.8 mph and just pedaled the whole way down. at some point it actually does get fuck off steep and you can’t help but go fast. it just happens to be the same part that is sooper windy (just like windy…how annoying) and there is no real shoulder and so instead of hitting the brakes i glanced back and saw that there was a mercedes 100 yards back and literally said “fuck it” out loud and took the middle of the road and made up my mind to go as fast as possible and who ever was behind me would just have to wait until i got to a place that was safe for me to be off to the side again. mr. mercedes never got close to me. i think he was making sure i had plenty of space. thank you mr. mercedes.

once i got to pch the wind was at least not blowing directly in my face so it was pretty nice. oh, i forgot to mention that it was not 1,000 degrees kelvin today so it actually felt nice the whole time.

i got stopped by a traffic light at the bottom of sunset and once i took off again i got mashed out by a couple of “pros”. i don’t know if they were pros but they had $20,000 worth of bikes between the two of them and were fully kitted with all sorts of shit with sponsorship type names on it so…i dropped down a gear and pedaled my ass off until i caught them and then i just hung out about 10 feet back just to see how long i could keep up. when we got to chautauqua the dood in the back looked over his shoulder and saw me and shook his head. i’m not sure what the head shake gesture is supposed to mean in that situation but he promptly put the hammer down and passed his buddy (and two cars) and cut out into the middle of pch and made a left up west channel. his buddy cut over as well but not quite as quickly. dood was fast but i just chalk it up to not being like 50 miles in. i kept up just fine for the two miles they were in front of me so in my head they suck.

i made it to carr’s house and dropped the flyer/poster off in his mailbox and headed home. yeah, i didn’t even tell him i was there so what? i’m a bad friend. i did text him to check the mail.

now it’s time to look ahead to tomorrow’s ride. hmmm. happy lab day er’ body.

chirp,

hillary