Irwindale

I took my bike down to one of the few blank spaces in this urban puzzle I live in. Of course, it's not really blank. There are pathways and strange concrete forms and a major freeway cutting across the middle of it. But it is possible to go there on occasion and pretend that it is just you and the dirt and the sky and, except for the 10,000 creeping cars on the freeway overpass, you will be mostly right.