My friend will have the turns well done...

As I mentioned earlier, teammate Alex Sharon came up from San Diego last weekend to do a little riding and maybe ride over to the Rose Bowl to watch the finish of the ToC. Well, the weather kept us away from the race, but on Saturday morning we had sunny skies long enough to do the Mullholland Drive ride from here to the ocean and back. 

It was a pretty good ride: we put the hurt on each other, saw lots of big houses, fancy cars (the best being an Audi R8), and even a gathering of the paparrazi on the side of a cliff hoping to catch a glimpse of that hot new ABD/GEARGRINDER kit... (actually, we were in our old kit and are pretty sure they were there to snap photos of J-Lo's twins).

But the highlight of the ride came near the end (well, at least for me). We were about 3.5 hours in and descending off the Mulholland ridge down to the 101. Alex must have been feeling a little randy (the only explanation for such kamikaze behavior), and was sprinting all out down the descent. He dropped me in the first switchback- but then, as I neared the bottom, there was Alex standing on the side of the road-- looking all p-r-o as he prepared to remount his trusty steed. He'd already picked himself up from what had to be a momentarily terrifying slide into the guardrail. But he's tough-- don't underestimate the little guys.