Tom Fangrow and I rode from Anaheim Stadium to Seal Beach and back and for the first time in a month the temperature didn't go above 90F. It's a fast, flat, fifty mile ride and we took the beach path on the way out. We had the usual issues with idiots, both on and off bikes, who are completely oblivious to their surroundings. One jogger is hopefully slightly less oblivious after she tried to switch to the other side of the trail just as Tom was passing her. Now it's true Tom was riding slightly faster than the 10mph posted speed limit, but the truth is it was the jogger's inattention that caused the problem, not Tom's speed.
The trail users that really tick me off are the cyclists (always male) that ride down the middle of the trail with both hands off the handlebars, no helmet, and with earphones rammed into their ears. I just want to give them a little shove as I pass - that'll get their hands back on the handlebars.
We ate at The Crema, Tom's first time, and I had a fried egg sandwich that redefined the concept.
Picture two slices of grilled sourdough bread containing a fried egg, two strips of apple-smoked bacon, tomato slices, lettuce, and gorgonzola, served with a side of herbed roast potatoes. Every bite transported me to paradise. That hit of gorgonzola was sublime. Fried egg sandwiches are a staple of cheap cafes in England and I've eaten my share but this was the best ever.
We had a great tailwind most of the way back - a 10mph wind makes such a difference. We returned on PCH, which I know Tom prefers. We made good time but passing all those parked cars and trying to see which ones might open a door or pull out in front of you is so stressful. But it doesn't seem to bother Tom half as much as the pedestrians on the bike trail do.
It's strange the way two rational human beings can evaluate risks slightly differently and end up with completely different riding habits.
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