Sandoogans' Log

Today was a beautiful day that I was fortunate enough to be a part of. I got to march with thousands of people who believe in immigrant, women's, and LGBTQ; basically human rights. It was peaceful and magical. Getting to the march in itself was an adventure. The metro was jam packed with protesters heading to DTLA for the protest. I went with my sister and one of her friends. We were trying to leave from the Florence station but every single train was full. Some guy name Daniel, we had just met him, suggested we back track a few stations to try and see if we could find an empty train. We ended up going 2 stations down. We got off on Compton and were finally able to hop on a train. Apparently we weren't the only ones with that bright idea because people inside, and outside the train, people were cheering. It was every exciting. When we finally arrived to DTLA everyone started cheering. Everyone was in great spirits. I loved every minute of it. I marched for various reasons, on...

We had a man down in the beginning of our trip. Luckily help was close by. Poor Julian was so startled. The medic was doing his best to help him relax.  Some of the riders from this trip. Jessie and Albert. I've known Albert since Jr. High. Pretty crazy. What are they looking at?  It was nice to see my old stomping grounds. I miss this place. Home. My favorite picture. I absolutely love it.  This past Sunday I did my third CicLAvia. I wasn't sure if I was going to go but I'm so glad I did. Each trip to CicLAvia has been with different people. Each time just as memorable and enjoyable. Originally Mr. Andrade and I were going to ride this one together. We both love Downtown L.A and the Miracle Mile area. Unfortunately he had to work so wasn't able to make it.  I was a little bummed when I found out Mr. A was not going to be riding with me. At first I didn't want to go but ended up having a change of heart last minute. I look fo...