|Mid-week local flavor contemplations|
Some events on my morning commute which greatly narrow down, funnel in, focus on, specify, distinguish, my locale and choice of transport from the gazillions of generic car commutes taking place around the globe:
--I had to weave around some palm fronds that had fallen in the bike lane. These are great ten foot long whopping spiky things, to be avoided on a bike, but one common local feature,
--I had to duck under the palo verde tree which overhangs the sidewalk where I cut across the strange non-right-angle corner, and divert around the oleanders (similar to the ones in mid-photo) which are cut back constantly but grow out over the sidewalk as if it is their mission to cover it,
--I bonked my helmet on some grapefruit which hang out over the bike lane and which have grown into ripening green globes now large enough to hurt if you're not careful. I'm usually careful with these particular trees, but the branches are drooping a bit more as the fruit grow heavier, juicier, so I will have to be more careful so I don't get bonked.
Palm fronds, palo verde, oleanders, citrus bonking my helmet: they mark my commute as a cyclist in the largest city in the wettest desert on the planet. With freaking gorgeous high-90s ultra low humidity afternoons, that's where and how I commute.