ACQUIRED TASTE: THE LUNCHTIME RIDE
It’s a common thing for cyclists. The lunchtime ride. The savior of many a career-ladder-climbing cyclist. But I’ve never done it.
I’ve been a lifetime early-morning, pre-work cyclist. I’ve sworn by them. The best way to start off a day. Lunchtime? That’s for eating.
But my new job has me commuting longer than ever before. And it’s colder than ever in the mornings here in Los Angeles. I know, I know, that last sentence made most of the world cackle. But it’s been colder here than in the typically cold parts of the country.
So out of sheer desperation and fear of for-reals-dying at Old Pueblo, I tried the midday ride.
And it’s pretty great.
It doesn’t hurt that I’ve got a quick, short, but hearty-enough, category 3/4 climb that takes me right near the iconic Hollywood sign right outside my office door.
Having spent 20 years riding the Alpine climbs of the Malibu hills I used to scoff at the Griffith Park cyclists.
But no more.
I’m very grateful for this quick little climb.
Even after the impending race comes and goes.
Even after the morning temps warm up.
I may be a lifetime lunchtime cyclist.
Thank you, Griffith Park.