I’m not sure how long we’ve been doing this ride, maybe five years? It started one Christmas when I left the house very early and met up with Manslaughter, who is now doing penance for his sins with a torn calf muscle. The second year we hooked up with Pablo, and after that the group gradually grew to about six or seven people.
Rolling up Pacific Coast Highway with no traffic on a chilly Christmas morning is exceptional. The empty road, the sun coming up over the Malibu hills, the endlessly blue Pacific Ocean … and no Rage Rovers or Land Bruisers to break the quiet cadence of oiled chains, whirring wheels, and comfortable conversation.
This year, like every year, we’re rolling out from the Center of the Known Universe at 5:30 AM, pointy-sharp, pedaling up to Trancas and back. If the forecast holds, it will be pretty cold, at least for SoCal. Even though I’ve been so far off the #socmed grid that I don’t even bother taking my phone on rides anymore, I may take it along to click a few photos and post here.
Join us if the kids are grown, if the kids sleep in, if there are no kids, if you want to experience silence and beauty smack in the middle of one of the busiest places on the continent, if you’re not convinced that dog made the world in his image, or if you’re just a plain old Grinch. I know I am!
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