HOP skip and jump exercise was used for warming-up purposes in a Covina orange grove, by Los Angeles Motorcycle Club members, Sunday, March 29. It was an incident of their regular run. The proposed run to the San Gabriel River had been abandoned on account of washouts. The 35 miles to Covina were covered easily, in spite of a couple of dabs of rain. The picnic lunch was eaten under and near an umbrella palm by the members and their ladies. Orange-eating preceded and followed it. Going and coming, a fresh wind was tempered by the fragrance of the orange groves and gum trees. On the way back the party got more rain than was quite comfortable. It was the second rainy day for March. The early morning had some of the zip and aroma of an eastern autumn morning in the woods.
Something about anti-motorcycling prejudice: On the way to Covina, a “lady” in an automobile smiled sneeringly at another woman (no doubt her equal as a real lady, and well dressed, with fur about her throat) who was in a side car of the smaller type. The temptation was to heave a brick at the supercilious one. On the way back, however, “Pop” Martin and the writer met two motorcycles, each with a choice bit of femininity on the tandem. Though the breeze was pneumoniously fresh, the first girl leaned away out, obviously to, display an unusually full expanse of pink wishbone, while the second one startlingly exposed a shapely left leg transparently covered with a gauze white stocking, with an equally diaphanous white garment-union-made, apparently-beneath the hose from the calf up to the knee. It was enough to make the orange blossoms blush, and one could hardly blame women occupants of many passing automobiles for making caustic comments.
The road up Mt. Wilson which is to be widened and which was considerably disarranged by the recent dampness, may be open April 15. The Los Angeles Motorcycle Club has a run up the hill in prospect. For a party of 25, special meal rates at the hotel are available if advance notice is given. The road toll cannot be reduced.
A new hill to climb-up Cerro Gordo street, at the end of the Echo park trolley line. Surveyors watched the 1914 R-S two-speed carry two riders up its unpaved surface, which they said had a grade of 27 per cent. It is steeper than Quintero, anyway, and much rougher.
Alfred Le Roy, the young Frenchman with no legs and only 1 1/2 arm, who starts for the East April 13, sits in his side car and handles his Thor two-speed twin with ease enough to make a regular motorcycle rider envious. He is 23 years old. Eight years ago the “safety first” movement was still young, and he got his lesson in a railroad wreck. Still, after leaving the hospital was when he began to save some money by selling things on the street and not playing the races, etc. Two years ago he bought a motorcycle. Since then he has owned four others. He has ridden to San Francisco, San Diego, Bakersfield and other places. On one ride to Bakersfield, while admiring the scenery, he struck a big rock and was bounced out. The machine, with the little 15-inch crutch and roller skate in the side car, went on for a quarter of a mile, then overturned.