Found myself at the intersection of Dinah Shore and Bob Hope and saw my tires were low on air. Who knows what might’ve happened had Dinah and Bob intersected in real life. Kind of surprising they didn’t given she had romances with everyone from Tarzan to Gene Krupa. She never got my motor revved as a young lad; I was enthralled with Sophia Loren, who was like 40 when I was 14.
I paused at the intersection to check my phone, Google maps –> search “bicycle store.” So informed I clicked back into my pedals to continue east on Dinah Shore and started into the intersection once the light turned green. Sure enough, behind me a blue hair driving a large truck accelerates to turn right, sees me and the look on her face is like, This is my world, my road, what on earth on you doing here. In perhaps the fastest move she’s made in years her foot finds the brake pedal and she literally screeches to a stop. The taxi driver was right, they’re out there. I stopped again about a half mile ahead to double check with a man holding a sandwich board if I was going the right way to the bike shop. Yes yes, over the freeway there, left on Varner, continue up that road past the In ‘n Out burger, you’ll see it on your right. Gracias, I said.
Little shout out to Joel’s Bicycle Shop, an oasis of sorts in this part of town. Nice bunch of guys, and free air! It was late afternoon yesterday by the time I got there, having gotten a later start than expected, so I passed on the climb into the mountains and returned home, home away from home. Maybe today I’ll make it into the high country.
Rod…Where are you???..