It’s not a secret that I don’t like Piña Colada (too sweet, and we all know what happens when one indulges in sweet stuff that also happens to be alcoholic), and after today, I can say for certain that I don’t much like getting caught in the rain, either.
Since I’m not going to get any work before January, my mission for the next week or so is to burn off some of the yummy fattening holiday foods I’ve been cramming down my gullet since Thanksgiving, so today I went for a bike ride – to the top of Sunset Plaza Drive.
For those of you not familiar, Sunset Plaza Drive is windy and steep, and eventually ends up at the crest of the Hollywood Hills. It’s a painful ride, but a much more interesting way to work out than staring at CNN in the gym while the fat sweaty guy on the machine next to me sings along with Justin Timberlake.
The payoff of this ride is the view once one finally gets to the top of the hill:
This is looking east, towards downtown. Note the rain clouds rolling in on the left of the photo. As soon as I saw them, I thought “Oh, shit. I better get the lead out”, and proceeded to tear back down the hill as fast as I could – but I wasn’t fast enough. Half a mile from my house, the clouds caught me and I got drenched while sitting at a stoplight.
As I gazed up into the downpour and let loose with a terrible string of obscenities, I accidentally caught the eye of a guy in one of those Jeep Wranglers – you know, the ones without the roof. He was getting drenched, too – I think he might have even been shouting the same expletive at the same time.
As we waited for the light to change, we just looked at each other for a moment, and then simultaneously burst out laughing.
Luckily, my backpack’s waterproof, so although I got soaked to the skin, my cell phone and camera stayed dry.
Here’s another photo:
This one was taken from Blue Heights Drive (an offshoot of Sunset Plaza Drive), from the driveway of a very nice man who let me stand on his property to take this photo.