Sometimes, you get a glimpse of one of the doorways between worlds. Where the light hits just right, and you can see—for just a moment—an entrance. On the other side is, well, that’s still unclear for most people. But for you, in that brief time, it’s all so very obvious.
But then the moment passes and the sounds rush back in, like a volume knob being turned slowly. You move on, forgetting the moment altogether, chalking that feeling up to the strange light of the hour.
Over this past weekend, I was riding in the Verdugos. The weather was supposed to hit the upper 90s, but the temperatures were holding to a reasonable lower 80s in the morning due to some cloud cover. So, I decided to stretch out and ride through the entire range, which
May and June always drive people in LA a little crazy. Nearly every morning the clouds move in, socking in the entire east side until mid-afternoon. It keeps the temps down, but releases a general weirdness into the air. But the biggest benefit, always, is that you can almost always
I have lived in Los Angeles for over 10 years, but have somehow never spent much time in Santa Barbara. With a work trip in Santa Cruz and a brand new bike that was hand-built in Santa Barbara, it seemed like the perfect time to make the stop.
Instead of
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