Berightback
Active member
Last night had my last bicycle stolen in Venice, and while I still love Venice Beach like the memory of a home Ive never visited, it's time to bounce. LA in general may be too much, too fast (and tok grimy) for my underdeveloped impulse control, and I just keep getn caught slipping. Got to comfortable, too relaxed. Hanging out alone at midnight in Watts with all my aw shucks whiteness on full display; boom. Nother backpack, nother bike, gone like they never were, with a few lumps and scrapes to help the memory stick. I ain't doin this exactly right, and it's time to regroup and rethink things. Just wondering which on- or off-ramp y'all may have had the best luck getting gone on, any advice welcome. (Other than stay tf out the hood, ive committed that lesson to core memory) And thanks you guys, for comprising this wellspring of info and adventure.
