As a daily bikerider in car-centric Los Angeles, I've become quite used to being the odd person out. At least most drivers are pretty friendly to cyclists here though (hahaha, jk, can you imagine?) But once every three months or so, like magic, Ciclavia takes over a different part of the city and suddently there are tens of thousands of other bikeriders joining me on gloriously car-free streets. It's like a glimpse of a better urban way to operate, if only for a day. The eve

Three hours north of San Francisco is a town that I've visited twice now, but am still not convinced that it actually exists. Jutting out from redwood forests into the rugged Northern California coast is a town filled with quaint victorian houses and storefronts from the 1850's. As legend has it, the first white settlers discovered it after their shipwreck stranded them in this beautiful spot full of huge trees that were ripe for logging. Migration followed from Maine, Norwa

In advance of the rainy weekend, I took a long ride yesterday from the LA River, to Delco Rose hoagies in Highland Park, to Chinatown, then back home. Here are some photo highlights from around the city. Taken on my Ricoh GR iiix and edited in Adobe Lightroom: