My plan was to roll out of San Diego at 8am on Monday for a ride up the coast about 450 miles to Monterrey. Wasn't a problem. My only consideration was deciding between Hwy-1 overlooking the ocean or up Hwy-101, a cooler ride and closer to the coast than Hwy-5 through the armpit of California. The ride to Monterrey was just one of the scheduled "things" on the calendar since early last week. Saturday was Duke, Bruce, and me riding to Los Angeles for the "Ride Like A Pro" course. We were 5 hours on the bikes learning new techniques in the L.A. heat. The Cycle Visions ride was next on the list, and I was just planning on a good ride with new and old friends. No pressure, no stress, just fun and good riding. Left early cuz I was fadin' in the heat, got home and threw some laundry in the washer for the trip. Layed down for a minute and didn't get up 'til this morning. It's Wednesday. I only saw a glimpse of Monday and Tuesday. Don't know what happened, but I guess it's what's supposed to be. How whack is that.
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