I rode around Ocean Dr in the blazing hot noontime sun. I wore my new Keen commuter sandals that make my feet feel hot, and that I don't enjoy climbing hills with. I wore the shorts that make me slide forward on my saddle, so it's looking like I was sabotaging myself. Luckily, if I was uncomfortable, the sights, sounds and smells made me not notice at all.
The wind blew hard, and even when it was a hot headwind, it cooled me enough that I didn't resent it. There was a cloudless sky and the people flying kites. The contrast between the sun and shade temps was fantastic.
The ocean was a highway of giant cargo vessels as big as skyscrapers, tiny sailboats, and not so tiny yachts, all seeming too close to each other, passing through the channel. Onshore, the seagulls boldly begged for food from tourists who didn't know that the one lonely gull they tossed the crumb to had 100 friends who also were hungry. I artfully dodged the ones who flew like kamakazees towards my head.
I also dodged the toursists themselves, who always cross the street without a care in the world, drunk from the beauty of this incredible place, not seeing cars, motorcycles, or even a girl on a bike. The ones who come here and ride bikes are the funniest to watch and scariest to be near. They ride awkwardly but bravely, with no regard for law of man or universe. They ride on the wrong side of the street. They ride side by side. They ride on sidewalks and chat on cell phones, never with a helmet on. They don't mind an illfitting bike, or get discouraged when they're passed. They're in their own little bubble of ignorant bliss, and I wonder what that must be like? Well, I guess I can imagine. Fun until someone pokes an eye out.
All in all, a good time. Glad to be feeling more like myself again. Did about 18 miles, slower than some, faster than others![]()



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