Monday, September 11, 2006
The Bus That Never Stops
We should've stopped somewhere back on Colorado in Eagle Rock. There was this fire in the brush right below the 2 overpass on Broadway, across from Ernie Jr.'s Taco House, lighting up the Eagle Rock evening. It was a large ring of fire, with smoldering blackness at the center, throwing up thick clouds of smoke. The 81 picked up speed as we approached the circle of fire; we were immersed in smoke that smelled of cherry bombs, sparklers, and vanilla.
And then we were in the air. Leaving the hills of Glendale and Glassell Park behind us, the twinkling little cars coursing by the mountains along the elevated track of the 134. I pulled at the cord and the got the "Stop Requested" message.