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Total entries in this category: Published On: Oct 22, 2008 11:50 PM |
Wed - October 22, 2008Plans Have Been MadeThe Hubby will be out of town this weekend - so
instead of our usual date, I'm planning a day-long outing by
myself.
Amtrak tickets have been purchased. Cash will be obtained. Camera will be packed. HSM Lilith Bicycle will be tuned up, and may even acquire a black water bottle and cage to match her new black bell and black rack pack with expanding panniers. After all, nothing causes one to blend with the Santa Barbara natives like cycling. Pity I can't afford to stay overnight... Posted at 11:44 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Tue - October 21, 2008A Plea to Other Los Angeles CyclistsWhen you are cycling in Los Angeles County,
PLEASE:
Posted at 08:31 AM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Sun - October 19, 2008Additional Notes on Excellent Adventure
Posted at 11:21 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Lilith and Silver Dragon's Excellent Adventure.I went on a long bike ride today -- partly just for
the hell of it, partly because I stopped riding when I caught bronchitis --
what? Two, three weeks ago? -- and wanted to force myself back into thinking of
biking, and partly because I wanted to see if a pure bicycle commute from North
Hollywood to Pasadena was even practical. I used Google Maps to plan a route
(using their "walking" option) and set out at 2:10 pm, armed with 40 oz. of Diet
Rite Cola and three bus tokens.
The first part of the route -- through North Hollywood, Toluca Lake and Burbank -- was easy enough: pretty flat, with the slightest downhill grade, following more or less the path of the Los Angeles River. I found myself crossing into the northwestern corner of Glendale at about 2:40, and reflected that a 30 minute ride put me in range of the L.A. Zoo (a favorite destination) and the shops and movie theaters of Beautiful Downtown Burbank. This is MUCH faster than a bus would get me to either place (the MTA #96 route is slow, riddled with stops every two blocks, and incredibly convoluted; as the only eastbound MTA local through Burbank, it makes a point of passing every major employer and every public building... it took me an hour to reach downtown Burbank on it, and 90 minutes to get to the Zoo. Bleh.) In Glendale, things got tougher. The northwest is the Industrial Armpit of Glendale; and Google Maps is not aware that Air Way and Kellogg Ave. don't go through (they enter the Glendale DWP and don't emerge.) I backtracked to Grandview, and got onto San Fernando Road going south along the railroad tracks, which is where Google Maps wanted to put me. San Fernando Road is an ancient highway (as ancient as they get in Los Angeles County; it was part of the original Camino Real connecting the missions.) Worse, it traverses the intersection of Interstate 5, California 134, the Los Angeles River, and a significant tributary creek I can't find the name of. There are few routes that cross all these hazards -- and San Fernando road itself was under construction right at the bottleneck. One lane of cars was getting through each way. No room for bikes, sidewalks closed. Well, crap. Fool that I am, I'd not gotten a map of that area from Google, so I noodled around the twisting residential streets east of San Fernando road until I found Concord Ave., which had a bridge over the creek and an underpass under the 134. South on Concord, I rejoined the Google route, turning east at Broadway. By this time it was about 3:10 pm and I needed to be back in NoHo to be able to get to my recovery group meeting. So I gave it up and found the 780 Rapid bus stop, taking it and the Red Line train home. I am so happy with Lilith! (Dahon Vitesse HG7). Not only is her gearing perfect for the trip, but getting her home on the bus and subway is a delight. Just put her in the bus bike rack for the bus leg, then roll her into the station and fold her for the subway ride. Unfold her and ride her home, slick as a whistle and getting admiring glances everywhere I go. Off to that recovery meeting -- by car (pout.) Update 10:06 PM: I've concluded that a pure bike commute to Pasadena is NOT practical. Just past downtown Glendale (where I gave up today) the route joins Colorado Blvd. (AKA Historic Route 66). Colorado winds into the foothills of the San Gabriels, going uphill with a LOT of up-and-downhill riding. And Colorado has one of the few bridges over Arroyo Seco. There is no other practical route to Pasadena without going south and adding five miles to the ride. I was biking for an hour and twenty minutes, and although I covered two-thirds of the distance, I suspect that more than half the journey was ahead of me in terms of time (or vertical distance!) Even allowing for the 15 or so minutes I spent lost in Glendale, that puts it at about 2 hours one-way, unless I suddenly become amazingly more fit, or Lilith equally amazingly more speedy. Four hours of biking on top of a full work day is not in the Silver Dragon's plans. So, back to "bike to the Commuter Express stop, bus to Pasadena, then bike to office." Cheaper than driving, not cursed with perky carpool buddies, and a third the time of biking, it seems the sanest option when I don't need to go to class or tutor a student after work. Now I just need to start DOING it again! Posted at 05:39 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Thu - August 7, 2008What I Did on My Summer VacationI went here.
This is Harwood Lodge, a property of the Sierra Club. It's like going to summer camp as a grownup -- no A/C, no phone, cranky plumbing, bunk beds... The Younger Son and I went there over July 4 weekend this year. The Lodge is at 6000 feet (1829 meters) elevation. We decided to hike to "the waterfall", a mere 1.2 miles away. I huffed and puffed, and had to sit down every quarter mile. I had to wear my baggiest t-shirts all weekend, because I couldn't zip my hiking pants and had to hide the fact. With any exertion my fingers would swell up so that I couldn't remove my rings. Truly, the Lodge is a relaxing and serene place, with the right mix of people. But my frustration with the condition of my body kept me from the enjoyment I had there three years ago. If you're wondering what triggered me to become impatient with kinder, gentler, gradual eating habits change, this trip was a good deal of it. Posted at 07:10 AM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Wed - July 30, 2008A day without walking or biking is like a day without sunshine...I never thought I'd hear myself say something like
that. But if I skip a day of exercise, whether walking or riding, I feel --
foggy. Sleepy. Blah.
Tonight I made up an errand just so I'd have an excuse to walk for 45 minutes... I tell myself that I'm saving money by not joining a gym, but between the bike, trips to Starbucks, 7-eleven and my local 99-cent store clone, not to mention replacing the soles on my sandals, I may be better off signing up... Posted at 10:30 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Sun - July 27, 2008About my Bike and Bus CommuteIt's really not terribly strenuous. Here's my
route:
Posted at 09:27 AM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Thu - July 3, 2008Introducing -- Her Satanic Majesty, Lilith![]() Thank
you, readers, for suggesting "Kibby," short for "kick-ass beauty." Other
suggestions were:
* Emma / Mrs. Peel * Agent 99 However, after a foolish and brutal ride today down Historic Route 66 in 95 F+ weather (remember I've done no serious riding for at least two years,) that involved a bus, a subway, and dehydration (yes, I tried this without water. Yes, I know.) I plopped down on my couch and referred to her as "Her Satanic Majesty." Younger Son looked up and said, "Oh? You've named her Lilith?" Well, yes, I seem to have done. It's not because she seems like the enemy; on the contrary, she's smooth. Inviting. Seductive. "Come on, it's just another hill. You can take it easily in my first gear..." "What's a fifteen mile run? in the heat? Net uphill? Come on, it'll be fun..." Parched, coughing and shaking, I gave up after five miles, and took the bus and the subway home. H.S.M. Lilith was seducing strangers all the way; I don't recall ever getting so many questions, admiring comments, etc. with Momo-chan. On the plus side, she does fit bus bike racks just fine. And her first gear really does make it possible to keep going up steep hills even as out of shape as I am right now. On the minus side, I'd better be super careful about locking her up, or she won't last 4 years. Posted at 10:21 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Wed - July 2, 2008Goodbye... Hello![]() Goodbye
old bike: Just two weeks after my purse
was stolen, my dear old Momo-Chan (my Dahon Piccolo bike) was stolen,
too. I didn't blog about it, because frankly I was too wound up with job angst
to get too chuffed ("The universe is raining on my parade. Just one more thing
to go wrong...") Ah, heck. I was way too deep in self-pity to even notice
much.
This lack of bicycle was irritating, though. It seemed that I was never fast enough out of the house to walk to the bus stop, but I could have biked there... and as I paid more and more for gasoline I became more and more annoyed. Hello new bike: With prosperity brought by my new IT position, I started shopping for a replacement. And here she is: a brand new Dahon Vitesse D7HG. I'd like to say it was a rational decision, but frankly, I fell in love. I love her incredibly stiff aluminum frame. I love her smooth-as-butter 7-speed enclosed hub. I love her matte-black sexiness. On the practical side, I found 3 gears inadequate for Los Angeles hills; 7 should be much better. Her larger (20") wheels will fit in bus bike racks should I so choose (poor little Momo-chan was hard to wrangle down the center aisle of the commuter buses I now ride to the Major HMO, and fell out of their racks. Ouch.) The stiff frame and the larger wheels mean much better handling. Even Younger Son is willing to ride her to work rather than take the bus (assuming I'm not using her.) So -- does anyone have a suggestion for a name for my petite brunette kick-ass beauty? Posted at 07:19 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Tue - February 5, 2008February GoalI succeeded in increasing my recovery group
meetings in January by 100%. My goal for February: to start walking at least 20
minutes a day, at least 4 days a week, while not backsliding on the meetings.
I'm off to a fair start, having renewed my walking acquaintance with Santa Ynez
Canyon on Sunday.
Posted at 12:49 AM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Sat - June 9, 2007Younger Son v. The MachineBe careful what you ask
for...
Younger Son is 21. And until this month, he had no driver's license -- a fact that caused fellow residents of Los Angeles to look at me with open-mouthed astonishment. "He DOESN'T DRIVE? He wasn't pestering to get his license at 16?" No, he wasn't pestering me for a license at 16. In fact, he didn't pester at all until last Christmas -- for a motorcycle license. And I was, fool that I am, grateful. "At last! He will be mobile enough to get a job and finish his degree at the same time!" The Hubby agreed to provide safety training tuition and a modest budget for bike acquisition. It took Younger Son two tries to pass the safety course. This should have told me something. The course having been passed three weeks ago and license acquired, The Hubby provided the promised check, and Younger Son went shopping. Yesterday, he had an appointment to look at a used Honda in Northridge (some twelve miles from our home.) I got a call at work yesterday. "Mom... um... I dropped the bike." In my ignorance, I imagined him clumsily letting it fall while trying to mount, but he continued, to my mounting horror, "I'm OK, just a little road rash, but the bike's in pretty bad shape..." Road rash. And a damaged bike that wasn't -- or hadn't been -- his. "I just didn't want you upset when you came home and saw me in bandages and my clothes all torn up..." ![]() He didn't want to upset me. How... endearing. Today, I am bandaging his scrapes and trying to figure out how we're going to get his formerly pristine used Honda Rebel to a decent cycle shop to fix its handlebars and fuel tank. He's given it -- or rather, her -- a name: "Ursula." And he's laughing about his initiation into the fellowship of motorcycle riders. I'm laughing, too. Otherwise, it would hurt too much. And I know better than to stand between a man and his obsession. Posted at 05:43 AM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Sun - April 29, 2007I'm not depressed...I'm not I'm not I'm
not...
So... why have I been behaving as if I'm depressed... eating too much, not exercising, not blogging... Uh... I don't know. I don't FEEL depressed, but maybe I am. So yesterday, I decided to behave as if I weren't depressed. It took me a while, but I decided if I weren't depressed, I would go hiking and then blog about it. So, when a student cancelled out of an afternoon session, I went hiking. Man, am I out of shape. I was huffing and puffing in the flat part of Santa Ynez Canyon, after so short a hike and so little altitude gain, I'm embarrassed to tell y'all about it. But-- I was rewarded. I got to stand and watch a mule deer doe grazing along the side of the canyon. She stayed in view for five or ten minutes. Graceful, she was, and only moved her head as she chowed down on tender new sumac leaves so that often it was hard to make out her outline against the chaparral and stone that matched her color so closely. I don't often see such large animals, especially not on a Saturday afternoon when all the families are out, yelling and romping down the canyon. But this graceful lady seemed to know that the noisy humans were no danger. She would pause, get the best leaves off of one sumac then move delicately to the next. She finally wandered over the rim of the canyon and out of sight. And no one else stopped to watch her, even when I pointed her out. Sometimes, I just don't get people. As for why I didn't blog yesterday, I was too tired to type. Even today, I'm still wiped. I hope I can get enough rest to go back to SecretaryLand tomorrow. Posted at 09:28 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Fri - December 30, 2005La Jolla Canyon-- 12/23/05Before the tick freakout, the hike in La Jolla Canyon was
fun...
Not many wildflowers yet, but a few have started blooming...
Toyon ("California holly") berries added some seasonal brightness. They're not bad eating, either, if you cook them or don't mind the raw potato taste.
There's a bit of fall color among the sycamores.
The drought is over! The Pond above the waterfall is reasonably full...
And a family of grebes has taken up residence. Posted at 09:08 AM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Sun - December 25, 2005A Joyous Yule Season to All!!
Toyon, AKA "California Holly", La Jolla Canyon 12/23/05 Posted at 09:49 AM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | Fri - December 23, 2005Ick. Ick. Ick.Wildlife: 2 SilverDragon:
0
Went hiking. Sometime during hike, place on neck started hurting. Got to Starbucks, looked in mirror in restroom-- TICK! Panicked, brushed at it-- IT POPPED! Total freakout. Went to urgent care center. Doc removed remains of tick, gave tetanus shot, plus course of antibiotics to prevent Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, plus list of symptoms that mean Lyme disease. Camera with (presumably) lovely pictures still in car. Am sore, tired, & scared. Good night. Posted at 10:06 PM Permalink | | Spoilers (if any) | | |
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