Today I rode 65 miles down Santa Ana Canyon to the beach, including 10 miles along PCH and back. I went with DH, my friend who is training for Amtrak with me and her husband, who is also doing Amtrak. My husband is the strongest, so he pretty much pulled us the entire way. But, even so ... I KICKED MY BUTT!!! We averaged 18 miles per hour, which is just completely insane for me. Even with the drafting, I was working my butt off and can't believe I sustained it for that long. I was really hurting the last 10 miles or so, but I did it.

Funny thing is, I saw Zulu! Fujichants new beautiful Trek with pink handlebars and white seat. I saw it at the beach during a bathroom break. I stared at hit wondering if it was that bike, but decided that Zulu had pink bottle cages. When I got home I found a post from Fujichant asking if I had ridden the Santa Ana River Trail today cause she thought she saw my bike at that rest stop. So, it turns out it WAS her and I'm cracking up that I saw her bike and she saw my bike. It's all about the bikes. We recognize them but not each other. How funny is that! I didn't even know she was in California.