Will CampbellRoad closed due to impending street fair puts me onto the sidewalk? CHECK. Minivan blocking the only available disabled curb ramp? CHECK. Made to dismount my bike? CHECK. Room in front of the minivan that the gasshat could've parked in? CHECK. When called out for obstructing the gasshat makes some excuse about waiting for his wife then jaws after me as I leave? CHECK. Gasshat's gonna gasshat? CHECK. Cute puppy and kid I feel sorry for because gasshat? CHECK.
You spin me right 'round baby right 'round like a record baby right 'round 'round 'round...
This split-screened footage from my rear helmet cam and my front helmet cam might induce motion sickness but tells the before, during and after of my incident yesterday with the "hoodie" in the Nissan SUV (Cal plate 7YRE350) breaking various laws all to arrive at the next stop sign about one second before I did. #ToLiveAndBikeInLA
For all the crap I deal with biking the streets of Last Angeles, friendly waves from passersby make it ALL worthwhile. #ToLiveAndBikeInLA
This GIF clip serves as a definitive demonstration of my abject disdain for well over 77.52% of all operators of wheeled deathboxes, and 102.99% of those entitled gassholes who eff around and find out what I think about their bullshit. #ToLiveAndBikeInLA
First time back on my ebike in two weeks and of course I couldn't get halfway through my morning commute without some entitled impatient LA driver taking the opportunity to reinforce my low opinion of their species by faking a right turn to cut across Venice at 4th Avenue for my latest edition of "Yer Goin' On The Internet."
I spy with my sad cyclist's eye this guerilla signage on the southbound side of Jefferson Boulevard at the site of the June 2021, murder of Leo Dimeglio by a hit-and-run motorist driving what's only described as a "dark-colored SUV with LED headlights." A $50,000 reward for information leading to the motorist's arrrest and conviction still stands. Rest in peace, Leo. #ToLiveAndBikeInLA
I know I come off as a #FAAFO kinda cyclist with a low threshold for the endless pile of idiocy I encounter during my commutes. But all things being equal instead of yelling at gassholes I'd rather my rides consist of waving good morning to the babies I encounter who make my day waving back. #ToLiveAndBikeInLA
To Every Urban Cyclist I See
I don't care from where you started.
I don't care to where you're going.
I'm not concerned with your motivation -- whether you're on your way to score some meth, or coming from a blood donation.
I don't judge you by your clothes or by the bike you're riding.
All I care about is that you safely complete your journey.
Because you are a hero to me.