From the RIDE-Arc mailing list (and the website):
Ride-Arc for August 1st, 2008. 9:30 pm. Central Park in Pasadena.
Unfortunately, Kurt Russell was still not harmed in the production of this ride.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, two archers took to the foothills, in hopes of a merry hunt and a jolly good time. With quivers upon their backs, a bow in hand and a staff in the other, they looked back upon the trail they had taken to this magnificently high location. Far below them were the 20 or so hired help, trudging slowly up the mountain with all of these gentlemen's afternoon excursion necessities upon their backs: the entire 8th Edition of the Encyclopedia Brittanica, three large tents, 4 imported carpets from the Orient, 5 kegs of wine, ingredients to cook with, a large stove, wood, iron pots and pans, ten gallons of whale oil, 300 yards of cloth wicks, two cups, and a kettle for tea.
"Dang it all, Johnson! I forgot the sugar!"
"No matter, Franklin, I'll send down a helper back to town to pick up a few pounds and bring it to us." With that Johnson drew an arrow from his quiver and shot it into the shin of one of the helpers making his way up the trail. "You there! You! Boy! You forgot the sugar. Fetch it or I shall give you a right beating!"
"Huzzah Johnson! You certainly know how to get your point across," Franklin chortled.
"Yes, indeed." Johnson nodded as he wiped the sweat off his brow with the finest of cotton linen. "I say, look upon this magnificent land! One day, it shall be the greatest of cities. Magnificent houses, hotels, a haven from that heathen world of Los Angeles."
"I can see a future of shopping, fine homes, and significant schooling set upon the finest buildings that man shall ever conceive"
"Ah yes, and one day there will be a burgeoning artists community, producing such fine works as a 'fly' group of individuals cumulatively known as the Jurassic 5"
"You've been speaking to that gypsy woman, haven't you? I've never known you to be a sooth-sayer, my dear Johnson" Franklin bemused.
"As long as you don't tell my wife, my brother dog" Johnson winked with a smile.
"My, what a magnificent land, what shall we call it?"
"The natives give it many names, my friend. All I can pronounce is the ending, rather. I must say, wouldn't it be proper to give some credit to the natives?"
"Yes, perhaps, hmmm. Let us call this Pasadena then!"
"I'll put it to a vote with the town folk!"
"Now, about that sugar... I have a point to take with our hired help."
Architecture. It's everywhere. And yes, admittedly, RIDE-Arc does occasionally highlight architecture in the more traditional sense of the word. For this, we've taken a giant, airplane sized highlighting marker and have 'gone to town' in Pasadena. Luckily, Pasadena has somehow managed to salvage, pay homage to, kiss the buttocks of, and pray to its architectural feats. Contrast this to it's larger apocalyptical brother Los Angeles that has done little to intervene into the destruction of its architectural past.
Yes! Pasadena! Land of shopping! Expensive homes! Poor public schools juxtaposed with posh private counterparts! The realized moment of quaintness and performed cleanliness! Won't you join us as we add a few exclamation points to this city!
**** THE MEETING PLACE FOR THIS RIDE IS IN PASADENA'S CENTRAL PARK ****
Location Map: http://tinyurl.com/6fgr6k
The ride's route will loop back to the start. Some "hills", some "climbs" - but very minimal relatively speaking. 20 miles of suburban explorations.
No car? Take the redline to Union Station -> Gold Line to the Del Mar station.
Or hey, you could RIDE there... who knew?!