San Francisco To Los Angeles

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6 days and 550 miles later we completed the Fireflies West 2013 ride. As a group we traveled down PCH in a bubble of adrenaline and chamois cream protected from government shutdowns, saddle sores, news, and our jobs. For 6 days all that mattered was getting up, getting breakfast, getting to the lunch stop, getting to the hotel and Chocolate Milk, repeat. Perfect roads, perfect weather, and the wind on our backs. We are all used to suffering in the saddle, some more than others, but few of us express or show how we have suffered in life. Every rider that did the ride had their own special cause, someone they were riding for. A lost parent or a friend, or in some cases actually riding with cancer. Some were open and wore it on their sleeves (or in my case on my stem), others didn’t need to say anything, you just knew. There were moments that will go into the catalogue of unforgettable rides. Rolling into the Redwoods of Big Sur after a 98-mile day. Climbing up Stage Coach with Ben in the pre-lunch sun with a perfect tempo. Ripping up the Cabrilo rollers on a tailwind into San Simeon and looking down to see my dad’s face smiling up at me and getting that little extra (he knew exactly what was going on:). Rolling out of Ventura on the front and looking back on a bend to see about 40 Fireflies on my wheel, incredible. Riding in the group with Mick into Solvang over what became known as the “Magic Carpet.” On the last day I slipped away at the rest stop and rode up most of the Mulholland climb by myself. Just me my thoughts and my dad on my stem, it was a very special moment. Then I was back in the ride again as I heard gears and panting from behind and the climbers rolled past – that might have been the moment where I moved on.

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