I’m dealing with another migraine tonight, and have an early vet appointment in the morning — no, not for me — so I’m going to give up once again, and I’ll see you bright and early on Wednesday.
One more thing — they’ve identified the victims in Saturday’s Montclair bike crash. And if my head wasn’t already turning my stomach, thinking about that needless effing tragedy would.
I hate to give up on this week, but after trying to respond to a few comments on here, I realize I’m just not up to looking at this screen for an extended period, and this ringing in my ears is driving me crazy.
One day, we’ll have a discussion about persistent post-concussive syndrome and the need for a helmet designed to prevent concussions. But we’ll save that until I’m feeling better.
In the meantime, have a good weekend, and get some good riding in. And I’ll see you next week.
My apologies. I’ve been battling a migraine that’s kept me flat on my back with my eyes closed for the past 48 hours. Hopefully we’ll be back tomorrow. If this doesn’t get better soon, I may go as the headless horseman for Halloween — and it won’t be a costume.
Look, I’m sorry. But I’ve just got nothing left to give after writing about yet another SoCal bike death, and yet another death from traffic violence on North Fig.
This is all just so fucking needless, and so fucking endless. I’ll see you all next week, and we’ll start over.
Sorry if I just dropped out on you this week.
After the plumbers left on Tuesday, I took advantage of the opportunity to run out for my annual flu and covid shots. And for the first time in my 70-year run on this planet, I had a bad reaction to one or both of the shots.
I thought I was doing better after writing about the San Diego bicycling death on Wednesday and was doing well enough to work, until my blood sugar suddenly rocketed down to subterranean levels.
Then I had to turn around and write about another bicycling death in Riverside on Thursday.
I still have the horrible ringing in my ears that began along with the other symptoms a few hours after the shots. And it was the Moderna mRNA vaccines, so as RFK Jr’s followers will assure you, I will either be dead or transformed into some kind of hideous mutant anon.
So I’m officially throwing in the towel and calling it quits on this week. I’ll try to get some rest this weekend and see you bright and early on Monday.
My apologies. I’ve been trying to work through it, but just not feeling well tonight. I’ll see you on Wednesday.
My apologies.
I dealt with major blood sugar issues on Monday, swinging over 200 points from dangerously low to stratospherically too high, accompanied by a high pulse and low blood pressure.
None of which was probably caused by a screaming naked manic fit when one of our neighbors (allegedly) couldn’t find his drugs, causing him to (allegedly) attack his father, followed by (not allegedly) swimming naked in the building’s (not allegedly) unsafe pool, (not allegedly) screaming insults and curses until the cops came and (not allegedly) took him into custody.
Which is how we all found out he has an opioid problem (allegedly).
I didn’t get to bed until 5:30 am, and stared at the ceiling until long after the sun came up. So I’m going to go to bed and hope too much sleep will give me a reset in the morning.
Because diabetes sucks.
As usual, we’ll be back tomorrow to catch up on anything we missed. And no, I still don’t know any more about the ebike rider killed in Camarillo over the weekend.
Oh, and did I mention that diabetes sucks?
I didn’t think so.
Opioids, too.
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Upon further reflection, I have made the not-so-difficult decision to take tonight off to celebrate my wife’s and my 29th wedding anniversary.
I assume we will follow our usual routine of my wife practicing her hypochondria-by-proxy worrying that something is wrong with the corgi, followed by me switching to the ballgame after she falls asleep on the couch.
The point is, we’ll be doing it together.
We’ll be back on Wednesday to catch up with all that’s right and wrong in the wonderful world of bikes (and you can still see Monday’s epic post here). Gifts of furniture, engravings or other household goods may be sent courtesy of this site.
My apologies.
My site was down for some time Sunday night, preventing me from being able to work. Then I had to write about Saturday’s bicycling death in Jefferson Park before I could get to Monday’s post.
So now it’s after 1:30 am, which means if I started now, I wouldn’t get to bed until the sun is coming up and my wife is already up to go to work.
And I’m way too old and cranky for that crap these days.
So come back tomorrow, and we’ll catch up on anything we missed today, including Sunday’s West LA CicLAvia.
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Let’s start with a correction.
It turns out that the victim of last week’s fatal Pomona collision was a 13-year old middle school student, who was riding an e-scooter to a friend’s house.
Not an ebike, as we originally reported.
Which does not make it any less tragic.
However, between researching and writing that story, then going back and correcting the story within minutes of posting it, I’m effectively out of time to write anything else tonight.
At least if I want to get any sleep at all.
So we’ll see you on Wednesday to catch up on whatever missed tomorrow. Which is starting to sound a lot like an old Popeye routine.
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