Fountain Ave

Ah… this little baby has come through for me in big ways. What better way to cut across from one side of Hollywood to the other… Melrose, you say? Not quite. Santa Monica, perchance? You’re not only crazy… but you’re probably stuck in traffic a lot making poor choices like that my friend. Willoughby? Very innovative, I like where your head is… but you’re still not there… literally. Enter… Fountain Ave…
No matter what mood I’m in when I get on her, she always treats me the same. No matter what time I decide to get on her, she doesn’t give me the third degree and ask me where I’ve been all day… or even week for that matter. I know she often smells the scent of other streets on my tires… but she never lets on.
Oh, how I’ve used and abused this little thoroughfare and have not bothered to give her the respect that she deserves. I have often neglected her for weeks. I have often considered her, only to eventually scoff at her… deciding that she wasn’t «good enough» for me during certain hours of the day. I have even fantasized about other streets while riding her and have strayed *gasp* hoping that I would find «something better.» I never did.
But no matter how much I mistreat ‘ol Fountain Ave, I know she’ll always be there when I need her. And she’ll always take me back… no questions asked. Even though she has the right to sometimes, she NEVER tries to hurt me back by catching me with a pothole… or maim me by putting debris in my path. That’s another thing I love about her… she has smooth lines and generally keeps herself in good shape. What else could you ask for?
So next time you’re on her… don’t be selfish… tell her how much you appreciate her for always being there for you… unconditionally. I love you Fountain Ave!