Cycle of Violence: Half Century Hill Work
Today’s ride: 51 miles, in exceptional weather. Low 70s, sunny, a bit windy but you’d be hard-pressed to label it “fascist.” The bike path was like a dangerous video game, with hordes of seemingly lobotomized Angelenos (all with their little white ear buds blaring) lurching unpredictably around like refugees from a Romero movie. So I departed from the path and took some alternate roads, ending up in Palos Verdes for some fairly strenuous climbing on three difficult routes. You know you had a good workout when there’s a fine layer of salt on your face at the end of the ride.



