Last night I found myself down at the Bicycle Casino at the end of a ride, about 10 miles southwest of downtown L.A. As I closed out the ride, I consulted my trusty map and noticed that Korea Town was blazing red, like a ripe tomato high on Miracle-Gro. The surge had to be soaring high. So, naturally, I made a beeline for K-Town. But the instant I entered the red zone, everything turned blindingly white. What the hell was going on?
I didn’t give up though. I’m not one to back down from a challenge. I started heading back south again, determined to find some answers. After another 10-mile ride outside the downtown area, I saw that telltale reddish hue again. So, I turned my car around and headed back into the downtown area. But just like before, as soon as I got near, everything turned white again.
This whole situation had me feeling like they were playing some kind of sick mind game with me. But I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I headed out on another ride, this time toward Santa Monica. And wouldn’t you know it, about 8 miles west of K-Town, I saw that infuriatingly familiar shade of red, again. I was tempted to turn around and head back downtown, but I had a feeling it would just turn white once more.
What was happening here? It felt like some kind of elaborate ruse to trick me. I couldn’t let it go. I was determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. So, I kept driving while looking for answers on Reddit in between rides, trying to find any clues or answers to this perplexing mystery.
As the miles ticked by, I started to feel like I was on the brink of insanity. Was I going crazy? Was it the street taco’s I had in Compton earlier that night? Was this all just a figment of my imagination? Deep down, I knew that wasn’t the case. Something was happening here, and I was determined to find out what it was.
Eventually, I stumbled upon a small group of people huddled together, whispering in hushed tones. They looked nervous, like they were trying to hide something. I knew then that I was onto something.
I approached them slowly, and cautiously, trying not to spook them. But they noticed me anyway and quickly dispersed, running off in all different directions. I tried to follow them, but they were too quick for me, except for one guy. He was a little nervous and started talking about the end of the world and a guy named Jay Hoover and his witnesses. It all seemed a little strange. Oh well, at least I got a new cool new animated magazine to read out of this chance meeting.
Still, I felt like I was on the verge of a breakthrough. I knew that I was getting closer to uncovering the truth. And no matter what it took, I was going to see this thing through to the bitter end. Because that’s what a true investigator does – we never give up, no matter what obstacles lie in our path.