I’ll be honest – it’s been awhile since I’ve been on my bike. Over two months, maybe three, I lost count. So after being a lazy bum for a few days, I got off the lazy bum and hit the trails.
Specifically, I went up to the Santa Monica Mountains and spent two hours biking all over the place, getting fantastically covered in dirt. I only walked up two hills: the first one I didn’t gear down for in time because I didn’t see it (blind turn) and the second was more ridiculous than the hobbits’ journey into Mordor. It went up and up and up forever and forever and forever. At some point I was “enjoying the view” (catching my breath) and some trail bikers were coming DOWN the path. I pretended I got off my bike to let them have full access to the path (LIES).
Also when almost at the top, I frightened some people into turning back by describing what their return would be like, if they chose to return the same way they were coming. I told them to take surface streets back. FEAR OF GOD AND HILL.
Here are some photos from my lovely ride.
My butt is so sore…