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There are certain streets that no cars appear on at 6 in the morning. On one of these streets a car was following me. One thing cars don’t do in L.A. at 6am is be patient behind a bicyclist. Of course at first I thought “it’s anything but this” and many “this is not happening”‘s, so the first thing you do is test him. Does he take a right? He takes a right. Does he slowly drive along the right side of the street as i ride my bike on the opposite side? Yes. Does he take a left across traffic when i take an easy left? Yes. Holy shit. He’s really following me.

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See this photo, that’s where the dumbass lives who followed me this morning in his Gold and Dark Blue 1993-1994 Ford Explorer, I’ve only seen one car that’s Gold and Dark Blue and I’m pretty sure it’s a mid-nineties Ford Explorer. After the jump is the entire scary story of the guy that lives on the corner of Monte Mar and Larke Ellen who drives a mid-nineties Ford Explorer and how he followed me down side-alleys and streets and ultimately waited me out within camerashot of the security cameras at the Exxon Station and BP Stations at the corner of Olympic and Robertson between 06:10am and 06:40am on Tuesday, August 7th, 2007. Do I have this stupid guys number or what? I feel like calling it into the police just to requisition the gas station and traffic camera videos just so I can see him circle the gas stations and go down alleys and wait for me, as the final standoff was very purposefully on camera. Well enough teasing, I went to google maps to show you the whole adventure in detail, google maps even has this amazing new “streetview” mode where you can see the alley where the guy idled for ten minutes waiting for me to get on the bus. I’m still a little shaken, so this is therapeutic, and evidence. I think my sunshiney L.A. outlook has taken it’s first barnyard beating. And after such a great weekend…


Seriously, I did have one of the coolest weekends ever. I’ll report on that tomorrow. This full report has eaten up all my Fletch quoting time. Meanwhile below you’ll see Google maps streetview of where they guy followed me for over a mile this morning lives.

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I was riding my bike down some sidestreets (never again) on what looked like very harmless very suburban very neighboring Beverly Hills streets (Dahmer was clean cut). Now as i approached Robertson, your honor, I turned around as Robertson turns into a Highway in the morning, so I stick to small streets. When I turned around to go back to my small streets a while male 6’0″ tall in, jeans, a red flannell, a black trucker hat and cowboy boots was getting out of his truck and headed for the house on the corner. The guy really has a glare-on for me so I turn away to not lock eyes and then I hear him stamp his feet and lunge inches behind me. Scared i looked back at him and instantly knew this motherfucker was going to hop in his truck and follow me. Don’t ask my why but I instantly knew. All I figured was I could stick to the small streets and hope he lost me. He didn’t. Below is the complete distance he followed me from bottom to top.

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There are certain streets that no cars appear on at 6 in the morning. On one of these streets a car was following me. One thing cars don’t do in L.A. at 6am is be patient behind a bicyclist. Of course at first I thought “it’s anything but this” and many “this is not happening”‘s, so the first thing you do is test him. Does he take a right? He takes a right. Does he slowly drive along the right side of the street as i ride my bike on the opposite side? Yes. Does he take a left across traffic when i take an easy left? Yes. Holy shit. He’s really following me.

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You’re rarely not on camera in America, you’re never not on camera in L.A. so below you will see the standoff point. The corner of Olympic and Robertson. The circle at the bottom is where the Gold and Dark Blue Ford Explorer that I should report to the police waited after waiting a really long time to make the left across traffic on Pico. I actually thought I had lost him there, and got really scared when I looked back and there he was. So I waited at the crosswalk light and didn’t go anywhere, I didn’t have to go anywhere, but he did. Final test.

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And the son of a bitch drives forward takes a left into the exxon station and just sits there, waiting for me to make my move. THIS IS CRAZY.

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Thanks again Google maps for this insane streetview feature. So there he is, waiting. So if I ride straight forward, he’s going to have to make a left and a left and this will be a hassle. So I pull across the street and go past on the right side and he just loops in the gas station and winds up right on my tail. I swoop around again and head across robertson. He pulls out onto Robertson and takes a left as indicated on the above map. I head over to the bus stop in front of the BP with it’s own set of security cameras and wait for a bus and here he comes down the alley as indicated and sits and idles as I wait five minutes for the bus.

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I get on the bus and I tell the bus driver that as soon as he pulls away, that car will pull out and why I know this. Sure enough the car pulls out, but according to the bus driver goes the other way and back down Robertson.

That was fucking weird. But I know where he lives and what he drives, but I just couldn’t believe it the whole time it was happening, it was really really freaky.

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