The End of the Road
We started with breakfast burritos in the parking lot by the sea, trying to shake the effects of a few too many red wines and a late night stop at In and Out Burger. Louis the medic handed out the Ibuprofen one last time. The honorary basket was given to Charlie who had made 3 speeches the night before and proceeded to make another on the award of said basket. The routine was coming to an end and we all knew it, but there was still Mulholland Highway to come, a left turn off the PCH that snaked 10 miles uphill. The gas had been turned up on the Highway, all of us realizing that there wasn’t a need to conserve now, so Why Not. I ended up on Sven’s wheel again on the climb, the only long effort of the ride that I imagine might emulate the alps. I kept my head down and ground it out, the road tricking me into thinking we’d crested then offering up more gradients in the scorching LA midday sun. It was a fitting end to an unforgettable 6 days. My legs went a little w