The L.A. River Bike Path, north of Los Feliz Boulevard, dawn.
He was snoozing peacefully halfway across the path when I rode north at 6 a.m., and had curled up a little closer to the edge when I rode back half an hour later. No one had hit him yet.
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Somebody get the guy a pillow.
I’ll admit, I just didn’t have it in my on the return trip.
Maybe he’s just listening for oncoming trains.
Awesome post. Seriously.