Police Story

Earlier this week, I went out to ride my bike after work, at the new-ish spot I’ve been riding at since arriving in California last month. It’s a train station next to the 405 — nothing glamorous, with the constant roar of passing cars on the freeway giving the area a feel of constant unrest. Its most memorable function so far has been as the opening scene of the movie “Heat” in 1995. After 7 p.m. most days, the cars empty out of the parking lot and the lights remain on, so I’ve naturally gravitated towards it during that time. 99% of my short time there so far has been uninterrupted with the exception of a man attempting to fix a ’70s era Winnebago (he ended up clapping at my efforts and asked how high I could bunnyhop.) Continue reading Police Story