It was a mellow place (at least during the late mornings that we were there), and it was a place that only cyclists and bikers seemed to know about.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Bikers, Cyclists, whatever
I remember in the late 80's, my friends and I would do this great bike ride in the hills above Irvine. A hilly, scenic pass with nothing around thru Santiago Canyon. It was a long, hard ride and if you bonked half way through it you were screwed, because it only had two outlets to get back to the city. About the only thing out there was this biker bar in the middle of nowhere, called Cook's Corner. We would stop and hang out. Funny thing was the only customers were either bikers or cyclists. As I sat there one Saturday afternoon with my friends, I noticed that there was a similarity between us - we needed to sit where we could see our bikes. You think of this more with cyclists, but I watched bikers look over their shoulders to check out their bikes, just like us.
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That's cool. i used to be into biking too, around the same time,...from Seal Beach to Laguna Beach (50 miles)was my favorite ride, though a six mile stretch above Laguna used to scare the hell out of me. My racing bike had skinny, bald tires and clips...did not go well with narrow, gravel covered shoulders and 80 mph cliff-side traffic, though there were no cell phones, thus my current existence, still more or less in one piece.
I used to do that ride all the time. Yes, it was like being in the middle of nowhere with cars buzzing past at 60mph, narrowly missing you.
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