Santa Monica cycling
Simon here. Just got back in. Been out cycling you see. For such a jet-setter I sure travel like the common folk. Nights are colder than just a few weeks ago. Dark streets a little darker. The few light-posts just that bit further apart it seems. It’s only me out there. I use the breadth of the street, doing large, slow, lazy turns. The crank makes a noise like a broken collarbone when I need to pedal. I have a small rusty chain for a lock. It’s a women’s bike a friend said. Down Montana, a left onto 6th, past the school and the basket court, a right onto California. I roll down the slight hill, one foot resting heavy on one pedal, the other bent, just touching the other; most of the weight on the handles.