Come and Knock on Our Door...
Take a step that is new, where the kisses are hers and hers and his, three's company, too!
Well, the big kickoff party for LA Bike Summer was this last Friday night on the Santa Monica pier. If you're old enough or corny enough to remember Three's Company, you know why I started my post off with those lyrics.
My good pal Todd Munson organized a bike ride from i.Martin, the bike shop he works at in Beverly Hills, to the Santa Monica pier. The route took us through Venice beach up to the pier. About 12 miles total. The ride grew to over 100 people. Bikes of all types. Even the crazies in Venice Beach were bewildered by the site of our two-wheeled pilgrimage.
I tried to take some photos on the ride and our approach to the pier with its neon-lit carnival rides, but I had my camera set up wrong, plus it's really hard to take photos from a moving bike. It was a shame, I messed up some shots of all the bikes chained and locked to the pier railings and bridge. Hundreds of them. It was like the porch at the Dirtbag Mansion during a party times 20. The party was a good time, bands, dj's, flat-landers showing their skill. Todd acted as MC for the raffle.
Next week is the Midnight Ridazz ride again, so I'll get to hit that one more time before I head out on the road. I think the theme is "Cult." I'm not sure if I'll go as member of Jonestown or Heaven's Gate. The last ride had 322 people, they're shooting for 500 this time. Can you imagine it, 500 velo-freaks riding through the streets of LA? I can't wait.
Well, the big kickoff party for LA Bike Summer was this last Friday night on the Santa Monica pier. If you're old enough or corny enough to remember Three's Company, you know why I started my post off with those lyrics.
My good pal Todd Munson organized a bike ride from i.Martin, the bike shop he works at in Beverly Hills, to the Santa Monica pier. The route took us through Venice beach up to the pier. About 12 miles total. The ride grew to over 100 people. Bikes of all types. Even the crazies in Venice Beach were bewildered by the site of our two-wheeled pilgrimage.
I tried to take some photos on the ride and our approach to the pier with its neon-lit carnival rides, but I had my camera set up wrong, plus it's really hard to take photos from a moving bike. It was a shame, I messed up some shots of all the bikes chained and locked to the pier railings and bridge. Hundreds of them. It was like the porch at the Dirtbag Mansion during a party times 20. The party was a good time, bands, dj's, flat-landers showing their skill. Todd acted as MC for the raffle.
Next week is the Midnight Ridazz ride again, so I'll get to hit that one more time before I head out on the road. I think the theme is "Cult." I'm not sure if I'll go as member of Jonestown or Heaven's Gate. The last ride had 322 people, they're shooting for 500 this time. Can you imagine it, 500 velo-freaks riding through the streets of LA? I can't wait.
posted by Tony T @ 9:49 AM
5 Comments:
At 10:52 AM,
Cornbread said…
That's fuckin' sweet. So I guess you don't miss Nebraska too much. I wouldn't with all there is to do in Cali.
At 11:13 AM,
Tony T said…
Here's the deal, LA is cool. Lot's of neat places, character, history, mix of people, things to do. Santa Clarita sux. And I live in Santa Clarita. It's boring and gentrified. Even the minorities are white. And you've never seen so many people with so many nice things (cars, clothes, jewelry, etc.) look so miserable. It's weird. Nobody smiles. Money really doesn't buy happiness, this place proves it.
At 11:22 AM,
Cornbread said…
Amen. D street proves it too.
At 12:53 AM,
Anonymous said…
Well Tony. walk down the street and say hello to folks and make them feal good for a few seconds. that's all you can do. keep a smile on your face and remember. your having a ball. your living the life... you've got a good job, good buddies, and life could always be worse. you could be working at a packing warehouse in grand island trying eak out a living, asking for change to buy a zagnut outa the candy machine for lunch....
I'm enviouse of every moment you got going...
3p0
At 11:13 AM,
Anonymous said…
Yeah, Santa Clarita is, shall we say, challenged. It's like the land of lament. They lament what they have to do to have all of those nice things and then have an edge with you when it's obvious you don't want or need them and therefore aren't locked in the the whole circle of word-a-day evil that they are. That was years ago though, maybe things have changed. (Insert sarcastic comment here.) The cool thing about the sprawl is there are enough people their that you know someone has to get it. Glad you're finding those folks and having fun.
Now we just need to get you to start surfing. :)
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