Hi, I am living in LA again and it's sunny but bearable and the riding spots are still few and far between. I first found this train station parking lot in 2011 and accepted its imperfections because no one bothered me and the lights worked at night. I even wrote about its visitors at night and it ended up in a book. Now I'm back and it's still acceptable and maybe that's the best part about it: I'm learning to work with it and the surrounding environment again. This is a long and drawn out way of saying I had fun at a place that knew me in a different part of life and now knows me again.