How the Other Half Rides

I'm cat-sitting for Stupid Dutch this week. He doesn't live too far from Beverly Hills so I thought I'd bring my bike along with me and go for a ride in a new area.

A funny thing happens when you cross the border from West Hollywood into Beverly Hills: all of a sudden, the road becomes much smoother. All the potholes disappear. A graceful canopy of trees covers you. I think it got 5 degreed warmer as well. There were still lots of cars, but instead of El Caminos and Escorts whizzing by, these were Mercedes and Ferraris which are less likely to run you over (for fear of scratching the paint.)

I'm not about to drive 30 minutes every time I want to go for a bike ride, but it was a nice change of pace.