That was June 10th. Have the bikes sat since then? Heck no!
My original baby, 1525, that I've owned for nearly 18 years now had not been out in three years. Gotta' keep them going.
Pulled her out Sunday morning, gave her a quick bath and a coat of wax, then headed off to Newcomb's Ranch for lunch, along California's Angeles Crest Highway. There was still a decent number of bikes in the parking lot, considering it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.
With the long summer days and absolutely perfect, mild weather we had this weekend, I headed down the mountain toward Los Angeles with no particular destination or route in mind.
Habit and conditions led me to the Santa Monica Mountains again, where I randomly mixed up roads back and forth across the ridge. A favorite has always been Saddle Peak Road--named because that's exactly where it runs: along the ridge of the mountains, with the coast below.
That's LAX and Marina del Rey just about the center of the top of the photo. The Palos Verdes Peninsula extends southward to the right.
Being 5:00ish PM by the time I got to the Rock Store on Mulholland Highway, there weren't enough bikes to bother stopping so, the route continued out to Encinal Canyon, before dropping us back to Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu for some late afternoon pics.
