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1978: The wave of gentrification has yet to break over downtown Los Angeles, and vast swathes of the warehouse district lie nearly abandoned next to the sterile trench of the city's concrete-clad river.Love, loss, a missing person, hobo jungles, punk rock, drug dealers, the surrealistic Los Angeles River, and midnight ramblings into dangerous territory…it's not too bad even without bicycles!
Lenny Strasser, a straight-arrow type with a taste for shady places, plunges into that world to discover that sometimes the only distance between two points is a very crooked line. When Lenny's friend Dave Larrabee nags him into helping him track down a missing girlfriend, Lenny suspects that the girl doesn't want to be found. He knows her all too well: she was his before she was Dave's, and she'd gone gleefully missing from his life one time too many. Worse, he's not entirely sure he's over his feelings for the theatrical and self-centered Kate.
But this time it wasn't one of her ordinary infidelities--she may have fallen, again, into the hands of the charismatic Nighthawk, who could lead her into territories where the danger is real and role-playing no protection from harm.
The quest takes them into hobo jungles and punk squats by the LA River--and into an after-midnight darkness of moral ambiguity that changes Lenny's life in ways he'd never dreamed of.
Richard Risemberg on Thu, 05 Mar 2015 22:29:27 -0800 [link]
While at Flying Pigeon LA, I reveal just what can happen when you do, in NELA Safe after Election; Midtown Still Threatened.
And I got up at 04:15 yesterday morning to put in a fifteen-hour day tending a polling place myself, so this is as much cleverness as I can muster today….
Richard Risemberg on Wed, 04 Mar 2015 21:51:48 -0800 [link]
So this week, I showcase the freshly-repaired bike corral on Larchmont Boulevard on Orange 20's blog, in Up, Down, and Up Again. The poor thing was dented by a car but kept on parking heaps of bikes till it was repaired!
Meanwhile, on Flying Pigeon LA's blog, I look at how Nobody Rides in LA...except, of course, for all the folks who do.
Richard Risemberg on Wed, 25 Feb 2015 20:51:49 -0800 [link]
At Orange 20 Bikes: You Pick 'Em.
And at Flying Pigeon LA: Vote or Choke.
It's going to be a rough election season. The finals follow in May; let's hope we still have a choice by then.
Richard Risemberg on Thu, 19 Feb 2015 01:53:19 -0800 [link]
And at Flying Pigeon I look at the madness of the SUV-dominated school runs in LA and elsewhere, and how Exchanging Circles—that is, vicious circles for virtuous ones—might be the right prescription.
Richard Risemberg on Wed, 11 Feb 2015 21:59:23 -0800 [link]
And Flying Pigeon LA celebrates the city's newest bike corral, on Larchmont Boulevard, and its steadfastness in protecting parked bikes, and even pedestrians in the adjacent crosswalk, from the shopping street's plague of maniacal drivers. It stands Battered but Unbowed, still parking bikes and shielding walkers while it awaits repairs….
Richard Risemberg on Wed, 04 Feb 2015 20:10:31 -0800 [link]
After all, the day had dawned rainy, and more rain was predicted. So I had packed my rain cape in the pannier, figuring that I probably wouldn't need it.
When I did, I was plenty glad it was there.
One fellow who was riding along with me in the Santa Monica Boulevard bike lanes for a while asked where I had gotten it. He was a middle-aged man in a t-shirt and shorts. I told him the brand—it's a Carradice Pro Route—and I hope he loked it up and ordered one. Shops in LA don't carry much in the way of rain gear. And people here dont seem to buy it. Hell, I've seen folks walking down my block in absolute downpours, in a suit, without even an umbrella! This doesn't make sense. We're talking about fairly simple technologies here: even an expensive rain cape costs less than most shoes, and umbrellas are almost free.
Well, maybe the smiles, nods, and thumbs-up I got from almost every single other cyclist I came across will translate into some internet searching for rain gear.
They say it may be a wet winter here in Southern California. But that's no reason to show up soaking wet just because you pedaled somewhere. (I do keep a handkerchief in my pocket for dabbing my face before I go into a building on rainy days, and a comb for my beard.)
When I stopped at the trader Joe's on my way home, after eight miles of delightful rain riding, the clerk asked me if I needed to validate parking for my car. I said no. My bike was waiting outside in the rain, with a showercap on the saddle. I got home dry.
Richard Risemberg on Sat, 31 Jan 2015 18:56:32 -0800 [link]