Big Wheel Biker Gang 2006 U.S. Tour

I had arrived in Hollywood! Waking up in the morning, for some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to walk down to Bevery Hills. Strapping on the same pair of Diesels that carried me through the Painted Desert, it didn’t even phase me what I was doing. They were right next to eachother on the map. After munching down on some leftover pizza from the night before, I was pounding the pavement. I cut through the Hollywood and Highland shopping complex where, looking back on the hills, I caught my first glimpse of the Hollywood sign. It was still a little unreal finally being in Hollywood. Having looked at my map, I knew if I followed Highland, I could eventually cutover on Wilshire Avenue and eventually run into Beverly Hills, so that’s what I did. Crossing Sunset… Crossing Melrose… Still walking. I thought I was going to catch my first glimpse of a “sleepy Mexican.” Walking down Highland, there was a random person passed out on the edge of someone’s front yard. When I got close though, it just ended up being a bum that need to wash the dirt off his face. I think I might be a little pissed if I walked down the driveway in the morning and there was a bum sleeping on my front yard. Oh well.
Eventually I made it to Wilshire. Taking a right, I was on my way to Beverly Hills. Long before Beverly Hills, on Wilshire, you come across the La Brea Tar Pits on Rancho La Brea (“Death Trap of the Ages”). An old asphalt mining quarry, you can smell the scent of freshly paved streets in the air. Iniside the museum, you can see fossils of all the different ancient and present animals they’ve pulled out of the tar pits. You also learn the smartest animal of the area is the raccoon. They’ve never recovered raccoon fossils from the tar pits and can’t explain why. After checking out all the fossils and the pits, it was time to keep pushing towards the Hills.
Along the way, I learned two important lessons on L.A. One: Hollywood Video is still called Hollywood Video in Hollywood, not just video. I took a picture to verify the fact. Two: Dollar stores only cost 99 cents in L.A. Also took a picture.
After what seemed like walking forever, I could finally see the Bevery Hills sign! It was still a walk to Rodeo Drive. I spent the next few hours roaming the streets of Beverly Hills, eyeing up all of the high fashion stores. I stopped by the Beverly Hills Diner for lunch and had one of their “world famous burgers.” The burger was good, but the only complaint was the weird man in the corner talking to himself. At first I thought maybe he had one of those phone ear plug things, but that wasn’t the case. He was just crazy. Across the street, I stopped in at the Museum of Television and Radio. It’s not so much a museum, as a place to watch tv. About the only thing you can do there is watch one of the 130,000 shows they have in their catalog. I went with “The Hook-up” episode of Seinfeld. With the museum closing and so many options, it was hard to think of a show to pick. While there, everyone kept asking me if I had been there before. I’d say no and then they’d explain what I should do. When I got upstairs, the lady asked the same question. Answering no, I expected her to tell me what to do when she said, “Really, I swear there was someone wearing that same shirt in here a few days ago.” I gave her an odd look and told her that was strange, because I make the shirts. I didn’t sell a shirt to anyone in California, so I don’t know how someone could be running around in a “Can you handle sixteen inches?” t-shirt. Very strange.
Next up was the Kitson stores. After walking around in circles a few times, I finally tracked down North Robertson. The men’s Kitson was preparing for a private party for Kevin Federline that night. Having some self respect for the gang though, I didn’t stick around. After browsing Kitson for awhile, I stopped by the Original Penguin store on Melrose and began the long walk home. Eight hours after starting, I was finally home and my feet were killing me! If you ever make the trip, you might want to consider a taxi or the bus.

Update: The painted desert/petrified forest pictures are up. Don’t forget you can comment, rate, and send the pictures as e-cards. What better way to say hi to a friend than with a BWBG e-card!?
Up next, “There’s a Superman in every town…”

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