So for a majority of my professional career, LA has been a place to do work. You get on a plane (wherever you live) and from that moment on; you’re in “The Bubble.” Your day is organized to get the most done as possible (you’re spending the clients money after all). Sure there are the crazy times and ridiculous experiences that happen when you venture outside The Bubble. But for the most part, what I’ve seen of LA is within the context of work.
This week is different. For the fist time, I’m seeing this place with new eyes. Seeing it from a bike vs the back of a 15-passenger van is a radically different perspective. Rolling through Venice and Santa Monica, Alex quickly had to have gotten tired of all my “…and we edited a TV spot there and that place has the best organic breakfasts and Oh YEAH – that Sushi place is GREAT – saw Fred Durst from Limp Bizkit there one night…” I quickly realized what an “Adver-douche” I sounded like.
We climbed Topanga Canyon, onto old Topanga Canyon Road. All the location scouting adventures flooding back as well the stories. Like the time we left the “talent” at the top of Topanga Canyon for 3 hours with a bottle of water and a Walkie-Talkie when we learned he could drive a stick and had to upgrade a PA to get the shot…(Adver-douche alert).
PCH. Headed out. Mostly, I was imagining/hoping for lunch at The Reel Inn.
Alex climbing Stunt. Its longer and steeper than it looks. My back was cramping by the time we got to the top.
Top of Stunt. The pano doesn’t do it justice.
Here’s the link to my Strava data. Please be kind…
http://www.strava.com/activities/116641840
A Soupçon of Trust 