Burritos abounded today, via bike instead of the rental car that I’ve inhabited for the previous four days. Slap’ bass fills the living room filled with a wide assortment of peoples, talking about all kinds of things, all with this lovely impromptu music acting as backdrop. Faint singing, tapping of feet, and the occasional cat lounging on cushions.
The brother and I ventured out to obtain burritos today. I mounted my trusty steed from perhaps five years back, my first fixed gear in Minneapolis. The wheels and seat have been stolen plenty of times, but the frame and handle bars live on, the real heart of the bicycle. While this is his daily ride, he gave it to me and mounted a beach cruiser, the most common of cycles in the university area.
I couldn’t help but set up a double portrait here. The Sun coming in low, the street with its fenced houses and occasional trees. It’s the brothers in LA together.
Freedom on the West Coast.