principles.

I've been here in LA for writing school again. I left the apartment the other night without a helmet but didn't realize it until I had peddled halfway down Jefferson St. where the bike lane is suddenly taken over by parked cars, pushing bikers out into traffic. I am usually okay with some risk. But I was surprised at how easy it was to decide to turn around and go get the helmet. It felt as easy as deciding not to steal. Or deciding to tell the truth. It felt good like it feels when you do the right thing.