Why Mean Streets?
Well, I guess for my first blog I should explain why I am calling it Mean Streets. The answer is simple, they are! Every time I take my motorcycle out of the garage its a challenge. I not only have to worry about myself, I have to worry about everything else. Who is going to try to kill me today? Is it the SUV that just turned left in front of me? Is it the Camaro that changed lanes without looking or seeing me? Is it the cab driver who for some reason wants to race me? There are so many examples, these are just a few of them. Then there are the roads themselves. SoCal has a reputation in the rest of the country for having smooth roads, let me tell you its not true. Then I have to worry about what debris might be on the road. My favorite is the couch that was in the HOV lane on the 105 Freeway.
Despite all of this, I still love my motorcycle. I drive it almost everyday of the week. It is in my opinion, the only way to get around in L.A. Then there are those times when the weather is so beautiful, I can't even imagine being cooped up in a car. Just to be able to take the bike out, with no place to go, and enjoy the ride.
