One of the strangest parts of riding a bike in California is how quickly you can move between different ecosystems. This ride started in the desert, moved up through a lush and green temperate area, then topped off here, in this wasteland. Stranger still, the trees were covered in ice, as though light dew had frozen overnight. As the sun came out, shards of ice fell to the ground, making every tree look like someone had raided a secret ice chest underneath.
Los Angeles has nearly 4 million people in it. You’d think that would make it hard to find somewhere quiet. And maybe this loop, which is about 40 miles and 6,500 feet of elevation is hard in the physical sense, it’s not hard to get to. I
A little over a month ago I was riding in the Verdugos when a very stupid thought entered my brain: I wonder if it’d be possible to plan a ride from my house, through the Verdugos, where I hit 10,000 feet of elevation without repeating a climb? The
We came up to Big Bear this weekend, and while the trip wasn’t about doing a big bike ride, I decided to sneak one in anyway. I based this route off a gravel race that takes place up here, but chopped it down to keep it at around three
I have never enjoyed the autoplay feature[1] that streaming services use—the thing where, after finishing an album or movie or tv episode, the service will just keep blasting content at your face until you tell it to stop. It’s a feature that feels designed specifically to erode
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