It was shit-ass hot in the valley again, with worse to come, they say. After the brief glimpse of autumn last week, this should be a treat. A treat like finding that your chocolate ice cream cone is actually filled with dogshit. Anyway, evenings are still livable, and nothing asks for rain like going for a bike ride, begging to get caught in a total fucking downpour. Then LA drivers drop their cell phones and their common sense and try to crash into each other as fast as they can, as if they could win a cookie, or some Pinkberry, or a new pair of Uggs. While they do this, I ride around skidding for fun on the nine plus months of oil that the rain brings up on the road. And I giggle like small child who has seen someone fall down for the first time. For the record, tonight shows zero chance of showers. Here's hoping though eh? Soundtrack for the ride: "Stop When the Rain Starts" by Signal to Noise. Soundtrack to my post-ride beverage: "Fall Motherfuckers Fall" by Josh Small.
-OSB
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