My day was nice and long.
I woke up and had breakfast, stretched, listened to Democracy Now!, and biked to work (Downtown to Glendale). Parts of Ave 19 to Brand on San Fernando were one lane construction and there were lots of pot holes and debris from construction and wind. It sucked, I’ll try a different route tomorrow. I had dirt all in my afro and face.
I left work fifteen minutes early to bike to a Bicycle Writers Collective eating meeting at El Gran Burrito (I had a tasty asada burrito) on Vermont and Santa Monica before adding to the bicycle discourse with at the East Hollywood Neighborhood Council Community Forum and Governing Board meeting.
The meeting went swimmingly. The Council unanimously endorsed the Cyclists’ Bill of Rights and, I felt, was extremely receptive to our goals and methods. Since I have lived in L.A. I’ve been spat at on my bike, had trash thrown at me, been cursed at, intimidated, and put in un safe situations on a daily basis on my bike. Sometimes it really gets me going. But tonight felt good. It got the ball rolling. What a precedent! The first neighborhood council in Los Angeles to endorse the Cyclists’ Bill of Rights. Well done East Hollywood Neighborhood Council, well done EHNC. One step for bike kind, one step for human kind.
Bad news, I ate so poorly and partied so much and biked so fucking much while house sitting in Highland Park that I dropped myself from Wolfpack tonight super early for bed time, like so early I didn’t get to the first stop early.
Anyway, as Roadblock has written:
Unfortunately, sometimes riders DO get left behind and that’s the madness that is Wolfpack.
Tags: Cyclists' Bill of Rights, BWC, El Gran Burrito, East Hollywood Neighborhood Council, EHNC, Bike Writers Collective
