This morning’s ride was good. Kept up with the pack, had a nice guy who manufactures snack foods pick my brain about advertising (I now understand why golf is the business sport of choice; it’s tough to get chummy at 20 mph on a busy street), didn’t have an H2 attempt to crush me.
One odd thing: as we got into Marina del Rey, we passed a tall, disheveled girl in a plaid skirt, blazer and white blouse. Either the messy look is making a comeback at the Brentwood School, or some working girl who caters to the Naughty Schoolgirl clientèle was waiting for a cab home. In that neighborhood? Tough to tell.