I’ve written before about one of the secondary benefits of bicycling being the more direct connection you get to the areas you pedal through. You can’t help but discover people, places and things that are so easily missed from behind the wheel of a car.
But even on a bike it takes awhile for things to reveal. Case in point, this egregious and aged symbol pictured below etched in the concrete roadway of 4th Street at Las Palmas a couple blocks east of Highland that I’ve rolled past hundreds of times in the Hancock Park portion of my crosstown commutes back and forth across Los Angeles, but only just this morning happened to see.
For what it’s worth, it seems to have been carved into a subsequent layer of repair/replacement roadway as opposed to the original concrete street, which I’d guess was poured in the 1920s/’30s. But whether it’s 6 years old or 60 it doesn’t surprise me that it’s survived for however long it has. It’s in a place no one sees and fewer people look.