Last night I was riding home from a friend’s place after purchasing his rollers (the bicycle ones, not to be confused with the bird or the photographer) . I was on my bike, with my bike-specific bag hauling a device made for riding my bike in place. I’m not sure if this is ironic, unnecessary, obvious or some combination of all those, but when I passed a cute girl on Fountain Ave (with new sharrows!) I realized how ridiculous it all is. But, I love ridiculousness!
Zipps and a trailer. Wow.
Seriously?
I started to write a long rant about the difference between northern
and southern California showing itself with this art exhibit, but
really I can't say anything that isn't already obvious.
Ps. There are rumors of a vegan bakery in terminal 1 but I could not
find it.
Someone likes me! Just got this in the mail. Stoked. Reading material
for the 7-hr drive in the Adventure van tomorrow.
READ FAST
My good friend Lisa, with whom I share a love for bikes, vegan food and mayhem, not to mention a willingness to wait over an hour for two tacos, has made Bike Night at the Hammer happen for the second year in a row. Last year Breaking Away on the big screen was fantastic and I’m sure Pee Wee’s Big Adventure will be just as fun. All of this at a freakin museum.
I helped create the menu for the vegan dinner, too. What more could you ask for? Oh yeah, bike valet and it’s all free.
Keep your eyes on www.midnightridazz.com for group rides to the museum.
So rad! Thanks Bird Apartment Printing!
See you tonight at Party Summit: www.bit.ly/partysummit
On a quiet residential street in south central Los Angeles.
What could this thing possibly be used for?
