On Sunday Lyle and I rode our bikes to the Organic Farmer's Market in West Hollywood. I am so virtuous and full of myself right now I could shoot me.
It's not like I planned the whole thing in advance.
I said, Those Heirloom tomatoes we got at Whole Foods last week weren't very good.
Lyle said, "We should go to the Farmer's Market on Sunday and get some good ones."
We could ride our bikes.
"That would be a good excuse to get us out and about. You always need a destination."
Wait, the Farmer's market we go to is up off Hollywood Blvd. Not only are there no good side streets to get us there, but it's UPHILL.
"Oh yeah, and it's really crowded."
I've got it, there's a much smaller one over on Melrose Place. Lot's of easy side streets to get there and it's FLAT from here to there!
And that is how I wound up on Melrose Place at the Organic Farmer's Market on my bike on a Sunday. Oh and for those who don't live in Los Angeles and are thinking about that TV series called Melrose Place, yes, that is the street they allegedly lived on. But in real life when the series was on it was a short street lined with stuffy over priced antique shops. Nowadays it is half antique shops and is fast becoming the new hot designer clothing boutique street. Never has there been an apartment building with a pool in the center on this street.
This post officially fulfills my requirement to post a photo of me wearing a helmet.