Hi, uh…is the Big Guy in?
“…Heaven…must be missing an angel…”
Uh, the God?
All knowing, king of kings, creator of heaven and earth…?
Look, was there something you needed? I’m kinda busy here.
Sorry. Just didn’t think you’d be, you know, so easy to reach.
Good timing. Just got off a call on the Pope’s direct line.
The Pope has a direct line?
Yeah. Just wish he’d use it a little more often, you know?
Oh. Sorry. See, I’ve been working in-house for a company out in the Marina this week…
Mmmm hmmmm. All knowing, remember?
Oh, right. Sorry.
Stop saying that.
Okay, sor…uh, yeah, so I noticed when I was driving back from work…
You could ride, you know.
Well, there’s no place to shower, see, and I have to run errands at lunch.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
Anyway, I’ve been worried about some of the cyclists I see when I’m driving. I mean, some of these guys are out there at rush hour, riding in the dark, with no light, no helmet and no common sense, cutting in and out of traffic like it was daylight. Like this one guy, dressed all in black on a dark street with no streetlights, if he hadn’t been backlit by another car’s headlights, I never would have known he was there.
I was hoping you could do something for them, you know, like divine protection or something. ‘Cause they’re gonna need it if they keep riding like that.
Look, I’d like to help. Really, I would. But there’s only so much I can do.
All powerful. Yeah, I know. But it’s that free will thing. I can’t protect people from their own foolish choices.
Okay, I get it. But can we at least give them sharrows or something?
Take it up with city council. It’s a jurisdictional thing. I get the planets and stars, they get the city streets.
Yeah, you’d think they could at least get the damn streets paved.
Well, thanks anyway. Wish your son a Merry Christmas for me.
Oh. Well, happy Hanuk…
Alex dodges a hot pursuit in Culver City. And for once, they weren’t running cyclists out of town. Timur ruminates on his second Critical Mass. Town Mouse reminds us that there are more challenging surfaces for cycling than our crumbling city streets. Our local Bike Snob is shocked – shocked – to find a Rock Racing cyclist on dope. A couple local cycling clubs are holding Toy Rides for Tots. And finally, it turns out Gold Line stations may not be the best places to leave a bike.
Hey, what’s the number? I want to have words with Him about the weather.
Will you settle for the pope’s email address?
Although, it seems to me that moving to Scotland and complaining about the weather is kinda like moving to L.A. and complaining about all the damn celebrities…
ah, true. this has been pointed out before. But I do these things to have something t o blog about.