Some of the best things I’ve done in my life, I never, ever want to do again. Last week I added ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles in 4 days, unsupported, to that list.
Dylan and I left SF, we got lost, got lost again, added 20 miles to the first day, we ordered pizzas before dinner, slept in a 90 degrees hotel room, I cracked in Big Sur and laughed at Elephant Seals, I was impressed by the purity and talent in watching Chris ride a bike, I was disappointed with my bodies ability to handle the miles, we rode 10 miles an hour outside of Camel and 35 in the flats in Malibu. We ate fish tacos in LA and felt the sun bright in our eyes, we spent hours talking and hours not talking, we rode on beautiful empty roads and on the side of the freeway.
We rolled into LA as friends, brothers and survivors. We knew a secret nobody else did. We finished, and that was worth starting. 500 miles, 30 hours, 4 days.