hillary dixon rust
a real ride 10/10/2009
I met with Mr. Zachery Wood for a coffee and breakfast at Urth Cafe in downtown LA which is basically in the middle of skidrow but still pretty awesome. They serve coffee in what I would describe as a bucket or of a cup. It's more like a big soup bowl than a coffee cup. It's like someone reversed the "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" ray gun and shot all the coffee cups at Urth Cafe. It is a good thing if you are like me and try to replace all of your vital fluids with coffee everyday only to be happy you don't succeed because it means another day of trying. After a totally badness breakfast we decided to actually ride bikes and set out with out a plan and ended up finding a leg of the Rio Hondo path that I've never been on. We took it up close to the Santa Fe Dam and at one point there was actual water so we rode past it like truly thirsty people and agreed that it looked clean enough to swim in but probably wasn't. We followed the path even though it took us through a creepy tunnel and eventually disappeared and turned into dry dusty dirt. When we finally popped out onto pavement again we headed west and after traveling for what seemed like days we arrived at the breaking point of Monterey where Zach had to head home to his real friend Adrian Brody. I had fun. The wind in my face from downtown to home made me swear to myself, but I had fun. Chirp, hillary PS Why is this red? CommentsLeave a Reply |
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