I haven't raced my mountain bike since I was 12 years old. However I had a choice this weekend of driving 4 hours to central California, sleeping a restless night in my cold car and then doing a road race at 7am. Or I could sleep in my warm bed, wake up at 8am, drive a leisurely hour and race my mountain bike at 11am. The decision was pretty easy, but then it started hailing.
Two years ago, John "Cap'n" Lindstrom and I traveled out to Santa Cruz for 7 days of base miles. This winter we wanted to go warmer and longer, so we set our sights on Solvang – just north of Santa Barbara off the coast of central California.
What follows is an intense account of our homoerotic, spandex-clad adventures.
