Well, fuck!

Yes, pardon the language. But in the 4 hours since I locked my bike up in front of LACMA West it has been stolen. The bike itself wasn’t worth much, but it had my lovely collapseable baskets on it. And I don’t know when I can afford to purchase another one. Geez. If anyone has a loaner they want to loan me for a few days, it would be greatly appreciated. I’ll bake you cookies.

If you see this bike bicycle

Please let me know at and let me know where you saw it, who was riding it, etc.


Mondays suck.



I’m really upset, you know, because for us it’s equivelant to having a car stolen. The police were actually sympathetic when I made the report, but they said it would take a little while for the detective to call. LACMA security is being totally awesome and reviewing the video footage right now. They have me locking it up this morning, so hopefully they have the thief on video too.

I will miss my blue Huffy (yes the one in my pics) but I’m going to look at this not as a bad situation, but as an opportunity to buy a new bike, one with gears and brakes that actually work!




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Well, this is about MY life

I thought it might be time to post a pic of myself…I don’t completely hate this one.

So since this blog is supposed to be about my life without a car, I thought I could go beyond just the normal treks here and there and share some of my goals, dreams, maybe even sometime fantasies (oh, yeah, I know you can’t wait for that one…I have this one about Rob Lowe…yeah) with you.

While I was able to strike a fairly flattering pose in this pic (yes, I appreciate that I’ve turned my head at this very strange angle), I want to lose about 35 pounds. Oh I know that sounds like a lot but the two things in the center of this pic must weigh about 10lbs each, so get over it. I’ve been working on a workout/eat healthy plan that I’m implementing today (Monday), anyways, riding my bike and getting exercise via commuting is a big part of the plan.

So to tie it all together…I thought I could post my progress every Monday. Don’t worry, I’m not going to inundate my blog with weight loss posts, just a quick line on Mondays to let you know if the two have any relationship to each other. Piece of cake, I mean pie, I mean, um, something healthy, right?

I appreciate all your support! To everyone who’s read the blog and/or continues to read the blog and/or pops in for the first time and/or takes the time to link and read or cut and paste the address into your browser, THANK YOU!

I think the point of any blog, in part, is to reach out to the global community, obviously. So any comments, even a “hi, read your blog, good luck on your journey” is welcome. Or “hi, read your blog, something similar happened to me…” I really like hearing from people.


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No Car and Laundry Do Not Mix

I’ve been playing the “here-are-some-awesome-links” game for the past day and a half, so I thought it’s time to get back to some real content. So here’s some REAL content:

I’m not proud of these pictures.

The story they tell is sad. But there is a story here…

These are pics of laundry, MY laundry, covering my bedroom floor. I have intended to do laundry every night after work since Monday, and to-date have not even attempted to step outdoors after the bike ride home.

Therefore, no laundry has been done. And I have no clean undies. Or over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders. All dirty. Washing a couple in the sink as we speak. It’s sad.

How did it come to this, you ask? Well, I’m going to take you on…you guessed it! A rollercoaster journey of overwhelming emotion and physical exhaustion. Because this is one of the “toughies” of living without a car. Of LIFE WITHOUT WHEELS.

Now first of all, please recognize that my apartment building does not have a laundry room; therefore, I must travel off-site to Lucy’s (about 4 blocks away) to do my laundry. No big deal, right? Wrong.

Trying to do laundry after work, or a few loads before work, is impossible. Here’s why: I get up at 5am to ride to yoga then work. In the middle of the day I sneak out to ballet class, then I ride my bike home, arriving sometime between 6 and 7pm. When I get home, all I want to do is change clothes, chat online with some friends, and vegg out entirely. No brain functioning or physical activity allowed.

But it’s not just physical exhaustion. After you’ve gone a certain amount of time without a vehicle, a sort of malaise and lack-of-transportation depression takes hold. You don’t want to run any errands because they commandeer such a huge chunk of your day. If you run errands after work, you have no time to do anything else, which would be fine if you didn’t have anything else to do. Then you decide that you will wait for the weekend and do all your errands and chores then. BUT then all your errands and chores pile up; Saturday rolls around, and the last thing you want to do is spend your entire day off running errands and sitting at the Laundromat. What you really want to do is go to ballet class, ride to YogaWorks and get some clarity, work on your solo for Max 10 on November 2nd, and watch some goddamn TV or catch up on your DVR. You remember how nice it was to have a car, when it took  5 minutes to get to Target and get laundry detergent and not 3o minutes to an hour. You remember what it was like to walk out to your garage and get in your car, turn on the engine, and feel the A/C as you drive 2 miles away to the grocery store, instead of pulling out your hand cart and walking the mile uphill to the Ralphs on Vermont in the Southern California heat.

And (prior to quitting smoking) you think about how hard you’ve worked all week, and all you really want to do is sit in front of the TV with a bottle of wine, a pack of cigarettes, and some cubed cheese, because who the F*** cares about doing laundry, going to the grocery store, or doing any other kind of chore/errand that relates to actually maintaining your life?!?

So you start putting things off. You decide that you can buy your lunch every day, thereby canceling out any savings you might be accruing because you’ve chosen not to own a car, maintain it, buy gas, and pay car insurance. You decide that you can do laundry every three weeks; you certainly have enough leotards and tights to get through three weeks. Those last couple of days when you start to run out of clean undies/bras you can wash a few in the sink. Hey, it worked when you were in drum corps, didn’t it?

I feel like the above just sounds like one big whine, but I just want to impress on you the effect of the situational depression that can occur.

But for the next month, I’m going to try and instill in myself the belief that my lack of vehicular transportation does not hinder my mobility. I mean, I’m always telling people it doesn’t affect my life at all, but then I don’t think I really believe that, even though I try to convince everyone else of it. They say it takes 21 days to make a habit. So hopefully by the end of October I’ll see and truly believe that my lifestyle is maintainable. (You wouldn’t believe that I’ve been without wheels for over a year already, would you?) Coming up…pics from my trip to the Laundromat.

Here are my clothes, separated into loads. This took a while, considering the amount of laundry I had to do.

Here are my clothes, separated into loads. This took a while, considering the amount of laundry I had to do.

When the basket got full...

When the basket got full...

...I still had ALL these clothes to somehow transport to Lucys.

...I still had ALL these clothes to somehow transport to Lucy's.

Thank goodness my mom bought be this mesh bag when I went to college.

Thank goodness my mom bought me this mesh bag when I went to college.

Then you have to fit both the laundry basket and the big mesh bag into your hand cart.

Then you have to fit both the laundry basket and the big mesh bag into your hand cart.

I was ecstatic to see that on an early Saturday evening, Lucys was practically empty, and I didnt have to wait for a washer.

I was ecstatic to see that on an early Saturday evening, Lucy's was practically empty, and I didn't have to wait for a washer.

Almost done folding clothes! Yay!

Almost done folding clothes! Yay!

And thus at approximately 9pm on Saturday evening, my laundry expedition ended. Clothes clean, folded, and smelling of Downey fabric softener. Seems like I made a whole lot of drama about nothing…guess you had to be there.


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Another Clip Show?

I don’t have enough hours in the day to be witty, charming, and entertaining nonstop, so… It’s time for a CLIP SHOW!!!!  

Which simply means I’m linking you to some interesting bike news from across the globe. Cause you like being a globe trotter, don’t you? (yuck, yuck)

First off, I apparently live in the wrong city. It seems like Portland would fit my lifestyle much better. Don’t worry Stephanie (my boss) I love LA.

This is kind of old, but if you ever wanted to know what it looked like when an SUV hits a cyclist, well, here it is. This is not a pretty picture, so be warned.

Also, the LAT covers the case of a driver who hit and killed a pedestrian while texting allegedly. Another example for the case against talking on the phone or texting while driving. I plead with all drivers again, please don’t kill me because you need to send some meaningless text. Thanks!

And, an update on the Westside subway expansion. Oh please! It can’t get here soon enough!

And I think that’s all for this evening. Yeah, it’s just a clip show…

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People who steal bikes SUCK!

So last November my bicycle was stolen from in front of Dance Arts Academy. So having your bike stolen totally blows, but having your bike stolen when you’ve outfitted it with awesome baskets and lights for riding at night, AND you don’t own a car so it’s your only mode of transportation, feels like someone just punched you in the stomach.

Try reporting it to the police, JUST TRY! They pretty much tell you there’s nothing they can do, and they act like they don’t care…because they don’t.

Anyhow, a fellow cyclist posted today about his bike being stolen, and someone posted this video. The lesson for all? Booby-trap your bike to cut off the balls of anyone who sits on it. Good thing I’m a girl.


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LACMA Let Me Out!

Please, I want to go home!


They encourage us (read bribe us) to ride our bikes and take the bus, but they can’t leave the gates next to the bike racks open until like 5:30pm instead of locking me in right at 5pm? Geez!

Oh, and here’s a pic of my blue Huffy with all my stuff in the baskets today…

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Change of Subject: Taking the bus

As we get closer to “winter” in Southern California, I will undoubtedly be giving my bicycle a rest and jumping on the #16, #316, or #720 buses to get to and from work (don’t even ask all the buses I take to get other places!).

The point of this blog is to give readers an idea of how I get along without a car. I don’t want to say it’s all negative, because it’s not; however, Diane Burke from Albany wrote a letter to the editor of the Times Union. She makes a great case for why public transit is important and why cutting bus stops and limiting bus service can place a real hardship on many different population segments. Thanks, Diane, for such a well-worded, concise, and thoughtful letter!

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