my afternoon ride takes me through a less than favorable part of town, but only for 2 blocks. this is the time people seem to want to talk to me.
1. a crazed looking tall thin meth head on the sidewalk throwing a football up in the air. it landed in the middle of the yellow lines and i slowed down thinking it would hit me on the head. it didn't, but i was not about to take chances that this guy was going to stop doing this anytime soon. i bolted out of there quickly.
2. two DRUNK OG cholos. (they must like that area, ey.) one says, "nice bike, ey. i liked the way you decorated it. don't sell it, ok?" i smile and say, "thanks," and scoot forward. the truck next to me suddenly decides he wants to take a right and nearly (yet very slowly) right hooks me. the other cholo says, "watch out for cars, senorita."
and that's about all i have to say about that. :)