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老婆 and I decided to stop at 大黒家 ら～めん on our way back from the little old lady who twists her back every week and had to drive around blocked-off one-way streets for half-an-hour before settling for a $4 parking lot nearby. We had unwittingly arrived on the one day Angelinos busted out their bicycles (or more likely, the cash for them) to challenge our dependence upon foreign oil, promote green transportation, or something. Of course, regardless of how they actually got there. Now you know me, I’m all for self-flagellation propulsion; I just think it shouldn’t have to be as part of a Flickr event. Wanna experience downtown outside a cage? Move the route over a few and ride up 5th.

Though when it’s 110° out, fat people gonna live. But I made the commute, with a bottle of water to spare. Then again, I used to run for longer at City College in Pasadena, and without water breaks, during summers so hot I couldn’t sleep at night unless I drove to the office in Walnut and would be found on the floor the next morning by co-workers. Of course that was ten years ago.

(Cf. crazy fucking chink.)That Ducati on my wishlist? Too scared to ride it now.