When I bike-park near the Glendale power station this morning to do my old-man stretches, this little daddy long-legs is hanging out on the railing that lines the L.A. river.
By the time I finish lengthening my triceps and punishing my hamstrings, the spider has crawled onto my top tube.
When I hop back on to ride home, the spider stays put.
Okay, says I. Let’s go for a ride. Continue reading The fastest spider in Los Angeles