The Dee Tee Eych Chronicles

gmaps is busted. the link is to this posting (aka topanga gets spanked)

it’s harder to go 100 miles on a bicycle than you might think. actually it’s not that hard physically or mentally, it’s hard to find a good path to take.

los angeles is huge. sprawling. roads that go on for uncounted miles. but in the end, to hit 100 miles you have to…hmmm. look, i could ride around the block 100 times. that would suck. it sucks to even think about. there’s a million ways to go and really just about all of them seem to suck. so unless you’re prepared to drive 100 miles so you can ride 100 miles you’re stuck with suck.

i rode out and back and up and over and topanga is cool except that the wind blows hot ass right in your face the whole way so when you feel like you should be doing 40 mph down that steep ass hill you’re literally pedaling hard to do like 23.

i managed to hit like 35 and then rounded a corner to get slapped in the face by a vicious wind that literally brought a tear to my eye.

topanga creek bicycle shop was a dumb bust. literally the only place to buy the bmc i want in all of los angeles and they were total idiots. booo!

i did get passed twice today. which makes three times in like 2 days or something but the first time today was crap cuz the two doods rolled me at a stop light and then i caught them and then they split up and i went straight.

the second time was about a half mile from the bottom of topanga canyon and the guy that passed me was on a $9,000 bike (estimated from stock - it could be 12) and he just barely squeaked by and at the light he mentioned the heat. i mentioned the wind. i asked about his specialized bike and jersey. he admitted to being “pro”. though he actually said in his australian accent “i get paid to ride and i had to bust me hump to catch you.” and then i asked how far he’d come and he said “not far, maybe about 12 miles.” he asked how far i’d come and i told him about 75 and he said “ouch. you just hurt my pride.” we rode down the pch a bit and he let me keep up. i say that because he said “well, see ya later.” and then blasted off and i couldn’t even begin to think of how i might be able to keep up.

then i found a way! a traffic jam! pch was blocked for miles and miles and it was super fun to ride past all the stupid cars just sitting there being super inefficient.

then i came home. all in all not a bad day. i still want topanga hill to be more faster and stuff but what are you gonna do?

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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san gabriel on the rocks

wow. how hot is it? it can’t be that hot. it does however feel THAT HOT.

the whole point of today was that i wanted to tackle at least part of the san gabriel river trail. and so i set out to bang up the top 1/3. for some dumb reason the thing is split up into sections…

here are some things you might want to know.

washington east of la brea is flat. it’s like nebraska. there are several stretches over a mile long where you can really just lay the hammer down and kill yourself.

once you pick up the trail right at the intersection of rosemead and durfee (what the hell is the name of that street?) and san gabriel rd it goes up. slightly up. even when it dips under the overpasses it’s going up. if you’re like me and you mashed out early on the washington flats you’ll be bummed. it’s a good trail though. mostly cuz it doesn’t look like the la river trail. it actually looks like a river for the most part.

i got off the trail right at the santa fe dam. though i heard that the dam part of the trail is cool. i was cooking out there and even though i found a place to get more water i was also starving and riding an extra 10+ miles up hill just to say i did it sounded like something i would do if it wasn’t monday and i didn’t have to wait until 10am to even leave the house cuz of stupid ol’ street cleaning and moving the car etc. like if it wasn’t 1:32 pm with the sun straight overhead for the last 2 hours of riding…have i mentioned i was hot?

then after the trail it starts to go up. but not like “oh hey this is cool i’ll just drop down a gear or two.” more like “i’m gonna get off and walk.” and it’s like that all the way until you get to the 134. but i didn’t get off and walk. my dumb ass sat in the saddle and pedaled it out. brutality in mortal combat looks more pleasant. it made the monster hill bombs that much more fun cuz i didn’t even pretend to try to see how fast i could get going. i just coasted and let it take as long as it needed to. and there are quite a few good hills coming back down colorado blvd.

total distance was only something like 65 miles but it felt like more. i think i’m actually getting into worse shape. oh well.

ooh, things to keep in mind. someday, i’m going to get up early as hell and ride to the top of western and then just pedal my ass off until i get to anything that resembles a hill that’s not in my favor. it’s about 9 miles before it goes back uphill with anything like consistency.

okay so what.

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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what dan and i do

after discussing all the major points, we get on the bikes and think of other major points and the details and everything in between.

dan has awesomeness inside his phone. so here’s a big thanks to all the smart people that make things.

and to all the smart people that come up with ideas and then the things they thought up never get made? hmmm.

2 years ago

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better than breaking toes...i guess

well everything about yesterday’s ride was just totally awesome. (sarcasm?)

i decided i was gonna do the ride i was supposed to do the day the guy hit me with his side view mirror forcing me to kick the asian guy’s door etc.

i got a new bike computer (more on that later) and some new shorts in the morning and hit the streets. wild, wild, runnin’, runnin’,.

hmmm. i don’t even know where to begin. yesterday was going to be a 100 mile ride. i don’t know when i decided it wouldn’t be but it had nothing to do with any of these factors -

1. the two people on western that opened their doors w/o looking that made me just about shit myself while swerving wildly into traffic to avoid dying.

2. the delivery truck on los feliz that put his blinker on and then turned it off and then 4 blocks later decided he was turning and almost pinched me between his truck and the car on the side of the road even though he fucking saw me and gave me a nod like “hey, i see you and know you’re there.”

3. the 4, yes count’em 4, city busses that pulled out on colorado blvd w/o checking their mirror that had me skidding and cutting and cussing.

4. the wind that was blowing hard all day from what seemed to be every direction. by the time i got to pasadena i felt like cool whip. if you know me you know i hate wind already but when i’m riding i lose my mind. this was not normal wind. i almost fell over more than once because i was leaning into the seemingly never ending gales only to have it stop blowing. so i correct my balance only to have it start blowing again! ugh. literally 8 mph down hill and pedaling on garfield ave because of head wind.

5. the heat…wow it was hot. summer summer summer. two water bottles completely drained twice. sweating like a freak.

but not doing the full 100 had nothing to do with that stuff. the reason is more sinister. you see, i want to race. i want to be faster and faster and ride to the top of a mountain and back down and set records and always be in the front. this applies to riding bikes too.

so i read. they actually have books on bike racing strategy. and in these books they talk about the best ways to train. i figured there must be some useful information in these books so i got one used from amazon.com for like 4 dollars (w/ shipping it was $1,747.53 but that includes the cost of a used, insulated, high-cube shipping container as well.) and began reading.

my old computer crapped out and for training purposes you really need to know your stats. the best thing to have is a power meter that tells you so much information you have to have a computer to explain it all to you but a power meter costs about $1,200 bucks pre shipping container.

so i went with the slightly cheaper option of a regular little cateye strada cadence (Cateye - Cc-rd200 - Strada Cadence). and there is that word - cadence.

that word is why i shortened my ride by 25 miles. that word…oh my.

you see, in the book the author talks about how cadence is very important for speed. it’s pretty boring but in the end it all makes sense so trust me when i say that having a cadence between 90-100 rpm’s is ideal. pedaling faster = going faster. and a higher cadence saves energy due to the type of muscles you’re using. but what he doesn’t tell you is that when you’ve never thought about cadence before you have no idea how fucking fast 90 rpm’s is. 90 on the cadence counter is what you would do to out run a pack of rabid dogs. 90 is what you would do if your buddy was cut in half and you had to get to an area with cell service to call an ambulance. 90 will kick your ass so fast you’ll wish your shipping container was buried in the ground so you could just go ahead and die and use it for a coffin big enough to hold you and all your stupid ideas like keeping up a cadence of 90 for any extended period of time.

apparently my normal cadence is about 70. and that is me thinking i’m fast. the truth is that i could tell i was faster and it was technically easier to pedal and maintain speed but several things come into play. one of those things is cardio. i am not in terrible cardiovascular shape, but 90 needs more than what i got. legs that are used to doing 70 will find that 90 hurts places that you forget about completely when you’re standing on your tippy toes looking over your shoulder trying to see if your calves are looking more ripped now that you’ve pulled 1,000 plus miles in a month.

90…

look out sunday! here comes 90!

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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beach path to misery

today i took the beach path to redondo or something. i don’t know where i ended up.

head wind.

sand.

bugs.

it’s only 35 miles round trip but it feels like forever. the path is normally hectic and today was no different.

people got the “it’s summer” memo. besides the old man that cut left when i yelled “passing on the left!” there was really only one situation that was aggravating. you see i’ve gotten over cars driving like ass shit all the time. i’m basically psychic now. i can almost sense when they are gonna do something that doesn’t make sense. they often do things like try to be nice and let me have the “right of way” when they clearly beat me to a stop sign so then i come to a complete stop and they say “go ahead.” like they are doing me a favor by making me stop when i could have breezed through if they’d just treated me like a car and gone when it was their turn. i digress.

so i’m banging the bike path and there is an older lady (hard to say how old cuz she was all sun wrinkled and beat looking from half a life on the beach) dressed in this weird brown dress/shorts thing that i won’t even try to explain but she is walking down the side of the path in the sand and there are bikers coming up the other way toward me and she looks over her shoulder and sees me coming and jumps out in front of me and just starts shaking her ass. i lock ‘em up and barley avoid hitting her and as the other bikers stare in disbelief she does a spin move, flips me off and then jumps back into the sand. i say to her “what the fuck was that?” and she says “mind your business.” so i did.

the trip back was meaningless. i took a different route than normal but it was uninteresting. construction on jefferson made already stupid motorists even dumber.

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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skipping stones

so i read a blog today. it was kind of an accident. i generally don’t read blogs, which is why i don’t really care if anyone reads this. i do this for me. it’s fun in a few sort of ways.

this blog i read wasn’t the blog owner’s original content. it was a posting from like a hallmark card or something. one of those trite inspirational little #’s that no one really likes but we all kinda are glad are there because it…the point is that in this inspirational crap the idea was that if you take a chance it’s like throwing a pebble and it lands in the ocean and makes ripples and people see the ripples and take it as inspiration to make and throw there own pebble. it was pretty bad.

so as little biking as dan (dan is my good friend/co-worker/riding buddy) and i did today we covered a lot of ground. dan and i are reading and writing different books but…

dan and i are skipping stones. throwing pebbles is like purposefully limiting yourself. so while he is off to banana republic to get a shirt and tie, i am off to helen’s bicycle shop to get some spandex.

the ride is almost beside the point but since i actually pedaled here you go - it was hella fun and i want to ride all the time. still.

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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la is pretty? bologna!

man oh man. as many different ways as there are to go in this city once you step outside, i end up going the same ways day in and out.

well today started out no different. but before you stop reading cuz you know what’s coming, there’s an explanation. i want to ride my bike. i don’t want to sit at stop lights and weave desperately in and out of traffic nonstop.

so the creek trail it was. but after smashing my brains out into the never ending head on wind that seems to be the creek’s only option, i decided that i’d spin out before i got the ocean ocean and take the path that goes through the marina. when you’re not pedaling directly into a horribly strong wind the ocean-ish area is actually kinda nice. and when you’re not in a super duper hurry for no apparent reason the marina is an awesome place to see things like boats and people that own boats. i’m not as interested in boats as i am in the people that decide they want to be boat owners. don’t ask me why, i don’t have a good answer for you. i do know that it has nothing to do with me being jealous. i don’t want a boat…i want the money to own a boat but…

i should mention real quick, that once again, the gmap doesn’t recognize the actual bike path itself so any and all maps are an approximation.

anyway, the marina path is entertaining. it’s not straight at all and it just winds though random parking lots and across the top end of the ol’ boat corral. the only lame thing is that it’s not very long and it spits you out in a kinda fucked up area on washington blvd. it’s not fucked up as in bad, it’s just an awkward spot and you almost always have to stop unless you plan on heading east. the one good thing about always having to stop is that there is a wildlife sanctuary right there on the side of the path and it’s pretty awesome (on the map it’s right at the curve between mile 12 & 13). i’ve never actually seen wildlife there but i like the idea that someone fenced off some nature to keep people out for the sake of the animals instead of the other way around. the “preserve” is probably less than an acre but it’s got a little pond and it’s all over grown. weeeee!

so kinda one of the things that got me really pumped on riding in this city and finding all the cool stuff was that one day i was driving for work and i had to go to this place down in the “canals”. i’d never heard of it and had no idea what to expect. well, i’m sure everyone else who lives in la la land knows about the canals and knows the history and everyone who’s ever been on a romantic date has taken a walk down there at sunset, but for those that don’t live in looney land - the canals were built by abbott kinney after he and his wife traveled to venice italy. he bought a bunch of land which is now called venice (wow how creative) and he literally dug canals to recreate venice for his wife since she loved it so much. now there are cute little houses and bridges and row boats and ducks and shit.

http://www.vimeo.com/2086021 is a quick little video that zak and i made a while ago. the bridge at the beginning is dell st in venice. on dell st there are like six or seven of these little bidges and it’s all one way so you can just blast over them. super fun and super cool. as much as i despise the lack of creativity in the original plan, i’m really glad it exists.

after venice and the canals i headed back to washington cuz i realized that i always take venice home and it really isn’t all that interesting or fun even. from washington i cut up centinela and then broke loose on culver blvd. i always forget how nice and paved and flat ol’ culver is. you can really get cooking. culver crashes back into washington and once again i decided to split. as i was approaching la cienega i noticed that the creek cuts back and under right there. there’s two bridges right next to each other. one on la cienega and one on washington that make a sort of “V” with each other if you were ariel. from the bridge on washington you can see under the other one and no shit you can see a waterfall right next to la cienega. in los angeles california right next to a major road way and intersection there is a waterfall! okay, it’s man made, but that’s not the point. there is a waterfall with algae and a little bush and and all sorts of things you would never expect to see in this normally but ugly boring city.

okay, waterfalls are only interesting for so long. then it was really time to get home. i took cochran up and over cuz from washington it’s got a crammer of a hill to go up, and then down, and then cross venice like a mad man cuz there’s no traffic and then up up up all the way home.

stats schmatz, who’s coming with me?

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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my ride with mr. hall

well i’ll get the stats out of the way tout de suite cuz they weren’t the focus…i still care a little.

time = 1:51:56

dst = 27.8 miles

avg = 14.9 mph (c’mon! i’m not a llowed a leisure ride?)

max = 37 mph

so it all started a few months ago when i was working downtown for some silly tv show and i had rigged it so i got to ride my bike every single day. and, much like every other spot where 99.99% of the people there drove, when they see a bike they tend to ask questions. one of those people was mr. michael hall. but he didn’t just ask questions like normal people. he was genuinely interested and wanted to know how he could get a bike. we talked everyday for almost a month and then the show was over. he never did get a bike. but then a few days ago i texted him out of the blue. and low and behold he’d bought a bike! he said “let’s ride tuesday.”

so today i shot him a line and we agreed to meet at griffith park. my whole plan was to just chill out and ride around the whole park and do whatever. so if you don’t know griffith, there are two enterances on los felis blvd. one just off the top of western and one down by the expressway across from riverside dr. i shot ol’ mike a beamer when i got to the western entrance and told him to meet me at the one by riverside cuz it was closer to him.

i started pedaling again and quickly caught up to a guy mashing out on a fixed gear. as much as i wanted to blast him i decided to chill it out and just hang behind him. he took the big hill on los feliz due to his totally appropriate choice of fixed gearing he held steady at the same speed from the flats to the down hill. i rode the brakes like mad on a hill where i normally push 40 mph. i should mention that even though fixie guy was a slow poke we both managed to pass a half mile of cars that were crammed up on los feliz.

so then i noodled around and found a shade tree and began waiting for mr. hall. i then thought to check my phone and found out via various messages that apparently, like many of the bikes on craigslist.org that look super cool and are a “good price”, his bike had decided to quickly and without warning stop working properly. we decided that since it wasn’t shifting it would be a bad idea to meet up and we would try again once he got it all fixed up.

so then i was free to do whatever i wanted…i hadn’t thought about what i would do if i was alone. i was totally locked in “buddy ride” mode. well, what i decided was that i was going to explore the shit out of griffith park. if i saw a hill i’d ride to the top. if there was a hill heading down once i got up there then i’d go down it. and that’s what i did.

let me say this, griffith park will serve your ass up on a silver platter and it is totally fucking worth it. the hills seem to go straight up and never end. which is amazing once you’re at the top cuz then you get to bomb out like a mad man. besides the hills there is a ton of stuff that i never knew existed in the park, like a merry go round!

it also has a guy that chills in his car in a parking lot with three big ass birdcages on his trunk just selling birds in griffith park. go there, you’ll see him. he’s better than the guy selling crazy balloons and cotton candy in pan pacific park. in fact, i will go so far as to say that the bird seller feller in griffith park is my new favorite guy.

on top of circus type shit, there is a camp. not like a camp ground, like a camp for kids with cabins and random play ground equipment. it’s at the top of a giantly steep hill that i basically died to get up to the top of and then almost died getting back down. so steep and twisty! i felt for the first time ever that i need better brakes. the turns were so sharp…amazing. flat out amazing.

after cruising the park i blasted out and head home. los feliz hill going the opposite direction has always been something i feared, which is why i’ve never done it until today. but now that i’ve done it, like most things i’m scared of, it wasn’t too bad. and even better when i rounded that final curve from los feliz onto western i remembered that it’s all downhill. it’s not crazy steep but it’s enough to let me easily keep up with traffic and make every light and is basically everything bike riding should be in a city.

no map of the ride cuz gmap hates griffith park for some reason. all in all it was a really good ride and hopefully mr. hall will find a way to fix that derailer and get his ass out on the road with me soon.

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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insurance, hills, & full blown pandemonium

it’s not one of the reasons i would list if you ask me why i got married, but, sort of as a side bonus that i am in no way ever going to complain about, i now have health insurance. but not insurance like i’m used to where i pay every week out of my pay check for years on end only to find that when i go to the doctor i have to pay for everything up front and wait to see if my coverage will actually cover anything. no, the insurance that sara’s company provides her (now us) is amazing. they actually make you go to the doctor! it makes sense. it makes it feel like less of a bullshit fucked up racket that the government and insurance companies have been pulling on us for 60 some odd years.

anyway, the point is that because i am now covered, today i rode with no helmet against traffic with my eyes closed and with no hands. jk. but it did make me realize that the deal i had with sara to not ride as far or as much until after we were married (aka i had insurance) is now over, null and void. so in realization of that fact i decided to take a different route.

splitting off to wilshire and taking san vicente adds some extra hills. good and bad. the hills on wilshire are pretty steep but they aren’t very long. it’s still a pretty good way to kick your ass at 5 in the morning after essentially two weeks of no exercise and waking up no earlier than 8 am. san vicente is one long uphill that isn’t very steep all the way from wilshire to about 26th st. once you pass the intersection of 26th and san vic it’s down down down to the beach man. a nice mellow hill that’s at least as long as the hill you have to ride up before it.

oh shit! i forgot the pandemonium! coming up the hill on san vicente just past a street called something like gretna green i see something in the road. it’s an animal. no, it’s two animals! dogs? no. there aren’t many street lights or they just aren’t on cuz it’s dark as shit and my light is on”flash mode” so everything is strobed out. i get closer and both of the animals look at me and there is something between them. they are just standing in the middle of the road. i finally get a make on them. they are coyotes! i’m not slowing down and they begin to freak out a bit. whatever it is between them they don’t want to lose. i’m about twenty yards aways when they both go for it at the same time and begin to fight like michael jackson and the other guy in the “beat it” video. they are circling and pulling and howling until something gives. i’m close now and actually kind of nervous but mostly interested to see what they are fighting over. then not so interested. it’s what’s left of a raccoon that most likely got hit by a car and it stinks and i was way closer than i should have been to hungry coyotes and they growled as i sped by and i bet they could have caught me and eaten me alive and given me rabies. anyway, no harm no foul. i was off. they probably went to eat their rotten breakfast on one of the greens of the brentwood country club.

back to the ride. once you hit the beach you’re basically as low as you can get elevation-wise so if you head back east you’re going up. and so, santa monica is essentially uphill for about 5 or 6 miles until you hit wilshire. which sucks but…

wilshire east of santa monica in the morning is like a dream come true. nice and flat for most of the way and the lights are almost always in your favor. i made the initial turn and just pedaled my little feet off and after my brain quit screaming “stop!” and i had my speed up i glanced down to see that on this nice long stretch of flat i was maintaining 28 mph pretty easily. okay, i say flat, but really you’re going downhill. it really is only a few feet of drop over every mile though so it’s not like…okay, it’s downhill. i’m not as fast as i think i am. speaking of which -

dst = 23.3 miles

max = 33.1 mph

time = 1:12:55

avg = 19.2 mph

which isn’t horrible for me. i still want to do better. i want to clock 25 mph avg all day on every kind of terrain. i need coffee. i need food.

2 years ago

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back up in the mutha mutha saddle

considering it’s basically all i ever think about it’s been quite a long time since i rode my bike. until today!

quick stats from last ride i did which was just my usual loop to the beach and back went like this -

dst = 23 miles

avg = 20.0 mph

time = 1:08:08

max = 31.8 = mph

so it’s been over a week since i got to ride and boy-oh was i not looking forward to it. i went on a honeymoon, which if you’ve never done i highly suggest you do it cuz you get to relax and if you’re like me well then you know that sounds impossible but also like basically the only thing you really want to do. i relaxed so hard i pulled a muscle in my shoulder. amazing!

anyway, today’s ride was just a quick romp to the beach and back via the bologna creek path. i love this path even though it’s normally crowded with walkers ignoring the blatant “bikes only” signs all over the place and then the bikers that are on it are, like most bikers, total fucking tards with their kids who happen to have just fallen off their bike and so stupid dad is literally in the middle of both lanes with the first aid kit out (cuz you should always carry a first aid kit if you’re??? really a first aid kit open in the middle of the bike path?) and his little girl, cute as a button, is screaming her brains out over a tiny little scrape that wouldn’t have happened had daddy not decided to take her and her big bro out on a 20 mile ride.

plus it was windy as fuck. and then you have to contend with the guys who want you to think they are super serious cuz look at how decked out i am in all my gear on my 5 g bike but somehow i don’t know how to get passed or stay in my lane or swerve erratically just because someone is coming from the other direction.

jeez i love people.

so the point is i got up late and didn’t feel like getting a move on. so i lounged around and drank coffee slowly and then my wife sara said she was gonna go shopping and…i got out and on and made my way down venice to dubgenquese or whatever the name of that street is in culver city where the bike path pops up and hit the pedal to the metal only to be smacked long and hard by a straight on head wind that basically debilitated me and made me want to kill myself.

i knew i wasn’t gonna go that far so i just plowed on. i tried to get as low as possibleto stay out of the wind and it helped. not much, but it helped.

there are a few blind type curves heading west where i always seem to meet the most wonderful people jogging (on the path clearly marked “bikes only”) and even though they are on their right side and i am on my right side they seem to freak out cuz i’m moving faster than them and they kinda do a jitter-side-step thing that makes me have to break really hard and suddenly cuz “what the fuck are you doing?” and then i have to say “bikes only” in a very nice voice with a big smile since i’m so close and pissed that they made me slow down.

man oh man do i love people.

i made it to the beach/bridge which is where most of the people on the bike path go to be seen biking like when writers go to starbucks to write so the whole world knows they are writing. you have to make it real somehow right? other people seeing you definitely makes it real. even if they are super self absorbed and barely even notice you sitting there with your brand new de rosa.

or maybe some people meet up their with their friends as a starting point. either way it’s always packed with people doing really dangerous shit like riding in circles in the middle of everyone else trying to just get across.

i flipped a u and thanked my luck stars to be riding with the wind. i picked up the pace and and pedaled hard for as long as i could. i love the feeling of passing people regardless of whether or not they are trying to go fast. the tail wind really boosted me. i don’t know how fast the wind was blowing but i maxed out at 35.4 mph on flat and i wasn’t even trying very hard i was just trying to keep my pace.

off the trail and back on venice toward home there was a guy on a fixie (surprise surprise it was a chromed out bianchi pista with a aerospoke front and a deep v something on the back) that was just terrible. no brakes at all meant he was just jumping around at every intersection. i wasn’t in a hurry so i just stayed behind him from national all the way to fairfax where he finally turned. he must have looked back about 700 times. and not short, smart little glances. like long slow turn the head and shoulders and make yourself swerve out of the bike lane glances. i couldn’t tell if he was looking at me or trying to find a gap in the cars to make his turn but he never did turn until fairfax and then he didn’t look for the lane change he just put his hand out and went for it. the car he cut off honked and he looked back and jumped into the other lane while still looking back only to turn around just in time to see the car stopped in front of him which, i must say he deftly avoided with a very quick and accurate skid, hop, turn. scary as fuck to watch from my safe perch in the bike lane. when we reached the light he actually would have had plenty of time to get across safely. oh well.

i mashed it all out and made it home to see these stats -

dst = 22.8 miles

avg = 16.7 mph

time = 1:23:00

feeling good, looking good. glad to get out there again. off for a few days now and i plan on riding ‘til i puke. who’s with me?

chirp,

hillary

2 years ago

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beach path to misery

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my ride with mr. hall

back up in the mutha mutha saddle