Peace. That’s one of the signs the dancing bycicle rider of Boyle Heights made during my bus ride with him. I didn’t notice we were on the same bus till I saw him sticking out his hand, makings signs and waves as the bus crused along. Since my last post, I haven’t seen him around and wondered what he was doing, turns out that when he’s too tired to ride his bike, he goes metro. 

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