On my first morning in Los Angeles, I walked up Sunset Boulevard a couple miles in search of last-minute supplies. After finding what I needed, plus a couple things I didn’t at an Army Navy store, I bought a coffee at Intelligentsia, admired the crowd and began walking back to begin the process of building up my bicycle. As suspected, flight security found a way to thwart my careful packing by twisting my handlebars around too many times, crimping the brake and derailleur cables beyond repair. It was an easy fix and a good excuse to check Echo Park Cycles for replacements. Cruising east from Griffith Park, I encountered the first of several pedestrian tunnels for crossing oversize streets followed by the virtually unclimable Baxter Street, which only later did I discover is one of LA’s steepest.

Posted on March 3rd, 2010