I chose the hilly route, thinking it would be fun.
It was, but the main challenge wasn't the climbs, but navigating Los Angeles' legendary shitty roads.
And the impending rain, of course. Despite hopes that it would hold off, it started sprinkling just as the race started. Luckily, it never really rained, just misted enough to make the roads slick and fog up everyone's glasses.
The ride had a really nice mix of people, and since it wasn't a race but an organized ride, there wasn't such a sense of urgency to go flat-out, but I did end up joining one of the pacelines, which was fun, but since the road was wet I got covered in the goop being thrown up by the tire in front of me. I looked like "Pig Pen" from the Peanuts cartoons.
About halfway through Griffith Park, the blue sky started to peek through the clouds.
|So steep that everyone had to stop and rest|
|Fortune cookie for the Chinatown ride! Get it?|
By the time I left the aid station, the sun had come out and it was a gorgeous. We rode through Burbank. looped back to the LA River bike path, and made our way back to Chinatown, where there was a huge line for the promised carbo load lunch:
|Load me up! I'm hungry!|
|Noodles, and more fortune cookies.|
|I'm sorry, I thought someone said there was to be beer.|
|Red Lanterns and puffy clouds|
|Gong on a shop|
When I got home, the first thing I had to to was wash the gunk off Gary, then I took a shower myself.
It was a really fun ride, and I'll definitely do it again next year, but I'll seriously consider bringing a mountain bike because of the pavement.