Yesterday afternoon I rode the coldest ride I've ever ridden. I started at about 4:00, and it was already cold, but by the time I'd finished two hours later it was literally freezing.

the Decker wall - that's 18%, baby

Mulholland and Encinal - the meeting of the ways

top of Encinal - high point and cold point

that's 35o baby, brrr...
Why do I do this? Why does anyone? Who knows?
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