Dec 01

Day Two: Hurts like a bitch.

In the morning, Ruben and I snuck away early from our hidden camp.  By 7:30 we were on the road again.  “El cullo me duele”, my ass hurts, I complained to Ruben.  “It’s normal”, he replied.  Four hours and 73km later, everything hurt.  Considering that its been 8 years since I’ve ridden a bike more than 25km in a day, I can’t say I was surprised.  I called it a day when we reached Dana point, but Ruben wanted to make Hollywood by nightfall, so he continued north.

Tomorrow I’m hoping I won’t be too sore as I have an intimidating 136km to ride if I want to get through Los Angeles and to another campsite.

In the meantime: Pepito, Pedrito, McQueen, Sebastian, Fileas, Gideon… what am I going to name this bike?

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