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When I first started family biking, the short climb up West Silver Lake Drive next to the reservoir nearly broke me. A few months later, I was biking up that hill twice a day for daycare drop offs and pick ups as we logged fourteen miles of daily child commuting. I won't say that it became effortless, but it definitely started to suck way less. On the weekends, we cautiously tackled longer, more ambitious adventures. Yet, looming above us, challenging us, mocking us, was Th

"Friends, hold my arms! For in the mere act of penning my thoughts of this Leviathan, they weary me..." Herman Melville writing about the 10 Freeway The years...No, the decades...No, the millennia that I have endured on the 10 freeway. Referring to that atherosclerotic artery as a "freeway" is a cruel, ironic joke. If you have ever suffered through a daily commute on that impacted intestine of a road, you will read about the plight of Syrian refugees and think, "At least th

Previously, the lightbulb had gone off that I could bike The Little Dictator to daycare. I knew I didn't want to bike over the hills, because that would just suck. I also knew I didn't want to take the bike lane up Silver Lake Blvd. because the stretch of bike lane from Sunset Blvd. to LAMill doesn't leave enough margin for error. It's a pretty tight squeeze between the door zone and speeding traffic. My preferred way to travel to Atwater from Silver Lake & Sunset was to s