The directive came down via email from the corporate tower this morning: close up shop at 1 p.m. and get the hell out and have some fun. So I did. Got on my bike and meandered back across town under a glorious blue sky for my final homeward-bound commute of 2007 (Flickr photoset here). I took the long way home. Jefferson with a stop at The Kobbler King near Crenshaw to pick up a couple peach pies then on to Hoover and up to Adams and over to Figueroa where I wandered into the St. Vincent de Paul Church for the helluvit trying hard to keep my bike shoes from click clacking on the marble as I marveled at the righteous interior. Then hungry I headed up through downtown to the Spring Street Smokehouse in Chinatown hoping they were open. They were. My buddy Lance took care of me with a lunch basket of their savory beef ribs and a couple Angel City Abbeys. And before long I was back on the road tipsy enough to go overt in my magnanimity in wishing three Sherriff’s deputies walking up Spring an overly enthusiastic “Happy New Year!” They returned the greeting with sideways glances but they were on foot and I was riding so I knew I could lose ’em if it came to that. It didn’t and I crossed Temple deciding to stop and grab a photo of the City Hall Christmas tree. And that’s when this happened:
It’s not everyday a parade of nine Segways comes out of nowhere rocking and rolling southbound by you like so many cool and casual ducks in a row, but it happened to me on this last day of 2007, and I share it with you along with my wishes for a safe and happy new year!