They just opened up a Famima near my work. In case you were wondering, Famima is a japanese branded convenience store. The prices are a bit high and the selection is pretty limited, but it's nice change of pace compared to all the 7-11 stores out there.
Step one: buy a bike
Step two: burn 10,000 calories
Step three: ????
Step four: profit
Did I tell you about that one time I ate 53 chicken nuggets? No? Well, way back in the winter of `06 a challenged was propositioned. Some folks fancied themselves big eaters, so much so that they thought they could out eat your old grampa here. Now in them days, chicken nuggets were pretty easy to come by; five nuggets for a dollar and Wendy’s, so fifty we set you back a Jefferson.
Who wants to dress up as clowns and bikes tonight?
9:00 pm @ Rite Aid
1637 North Vermont Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90027
Did anyone attempt to see the meteor shower last night? I rode the bike (still need a name for the new bike) out to the beach and stared at the orangeish sky. There were no shooting stars to be seen so I rode home. City lights suck.
If you’re ever driving along the 101 around King City (why the hell would anyone be doing that?) you should take an hour detour to Arroyo Seco River. There’s this great hike that’s part swimming and part hopping over boulders. There are these great sections of carved out lagoons with 50 foot rock faces and swims through canyons so narrow that you can touch both sides. The whole thing took us about 7 hours with periodic breaks for food and shade. I recommend bringing a dry bag and some water shoes for the mixed conditions.
On a side note, King City sounds like a rad place for a rock venue, roller derby team, or strip club. Unfortunately all I found was a Motel 6 and a Taco Bell.
Tonight and every Wednesday night, a group of cyclists hit the street of Long Beach for a 15-20 mile ride. Come join them. 9pm at the In-N-Out on PCH & 2nd Street.
Yesterday I did a ride that's a bit different than what I usually go for. Instead of 9pm, this one started at 6am. Instead of hipsters in v-necks smoking cigs, it was middle-age men in spandex drinking Vitamin Water. Yesterday, I rode the Long Beach Bike Marathon.
These things always start the same way. Everyone getting really pumped up at the sound of the gun, but then you have to ride at a walking pace for the first ten minutes due to the density of the crowd. After that, the pack started to spread out and I spent the rest of the course finding a peloton that suited my pace. But it wasn't towards the end till I found him, my drafting buddy.
This guy was wearing a baby blue one piece triathlon suit with neon yellow shoe bibs (you know, to reduce drag). He was kind of overweight, but was blisteringly fast on the up hills. I was content drafting him, riding inches behind his rear wheel, until I made the mistake of looking up. There are two specific reasons why bike shorts are black. One, pubic hair is black. Two, sweat can't make black any darker. When I looked up from my handlebars, all I saw was a dirty V of crack hair and swamp ass. I tried to get around him, but in the end he was too fast. When we finished the race, with me still behind him, we shook hands. But quite honestly, all I was thinking was "Please oh God, I hope he didn't scratch himself."
With the amount of preparation and caution the park rangers in Yosemite put on bear safety, one would think that bear-human interactions would be quite frequent. Conversations like "here is your grande-soy-latte, mind the bear" or "sorry I'm late, there was a bear" should be quite casual and not at all outrageous.
But after all the years of going to Yosemite I had never witnessed a bear with my own eyes. I had heard people say that they saw a bear or that they knew someone who saw a bear, but in my mind, their actual existence was relegated to somewhere between unicorns and a 300 game in bowling.
Okay I think I'm packed for my SF -> LA bike ride. I've got my 18.5lb full carbon road racing bike loaded with a 3lb rack and 17lbs worth of gear. I tried riding it the other day with 8 beers loaded in the back and I seriously felt as if I was balancing an orange on a chopstick; rounding corners feels scary and getting up out of the saddle to sprint is an absolute no-no.
So what makes up 15 lbs worth of gear?
San Francisco to Los Angeles, 500 miles, May 25th to May 29th 2009. Graeme put together a little website about the trip. Link.