last week i went on a bicycle ride. i missed my usual turn and ended up somewhere i haven’t been before. i was still in a bicycle lane, so i just kept going. i stumbled upon the LA Zoo, and eventually cut through a golf course. my legs weren’t that strong, so i turned around before i could see where the path went. i was determined to finish that path in the near future.
saturday i was originally going to drive down to the beach to ride along the ocean from marina del rey to redondo. then i thought it was rather dubious to drive a car to ride a bike, so i went to plan b. it was to figure out where the aforementioned path ends up, and in doing so bike to amoeba records to get my friend a gift certificate for his birthday. boom. done.
i set out feelin’ a little tired and not really motivated. but about 25 minutes in i was feeling my stride. i reached the path i had discovered before and kept going. i was actually really close to the end. but i kept going and cut through griffith park. and there were hills…as riding through a forest probably would imply. i got a little lost, but when i ride i don’t really consider myself getting lost. i just ride. i just go. somehow i manage up at my destination. well, after lally-gagging around, i decided it was time to figure out how to get to amoeba. i got there, got the gift certificate, and then felt cocky enough to ride back. but as soon as i felt an incline i said to myself “helllllll no” and circled back to the metro station…which i rode back home for a buck fifty…and because i only had a twenty dollar bill, i got the pleasure of having 18.50 worth of change in my pocket…
