Ride a bike, share your experience and love. When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart. ~Diane Ackerman

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Thursday, July 18, 2013

Wayne and Glendora Mountain Road

On Tuesday, I decided to ride up Glendora Mountain Road via my fixed gear bike.  I was in a real treat, as I was unloading my bike, Wayne passed me bye.

He circled around to say hello before heading up the mountain.  I unloaded and started my pursuit.  I caught up with him and it was nice to have someone to talk to on this late afternoon ride.

Wayne and I go way back.  After high school,  Wayne's son, Chris, and I packed our bikes and headed up to Mammoth Mountain for the 1994 Reebok Eliminator.  Wayne and the rest of his family came up a few days after. 

Wayne's son, Chris, and I were acquaintances in HS and it was by chance I meet him while riding Marshal Canyon. Our common love of bikes brought us to Mammoth Mountain and after that I kept in touch with him and his family throughout the years. 

Chris now lives in France with his lovely wife and two children.  Wayne, still a local of the foothills, can be seen riding up GMR once or twice a week.  Every once in a while, our paths cross.  Either me heading up and Wayne heading down or vice-verse.  But on Tuesday, we were heading in the same direction ... up. 

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