Which meant we turned off PCH to climb the 8 mile Mulholland Highway like complete mad dogs and Englishmen - out in the midday sun and 105F degree heat! (to us English peeps that's 40C) We sweated and toiled our way up the amazing climb, which has no victorious top - it just keeps kicking up, even when you think it's done with you... But Chris Soos' socks keep you going. As do the yellow, red, left, right rhythm of mine apparently, according to Tara!
And then downhill, a crazy downhill at speed, with the approaching LA traffic on Kanan Dume Road. But the reward at the end of that - Paradise Cove and lunch. Mary, Tara and I had never been so happy to see a pina colada and a huge meal!
Then we tackled PCH's final rollers, before being spat out onto the Santa Monica Beach path, to wiggle our bicycling way through LA to the finish - it was another 30 miles that afternoon, taking us to 80 on our final day by the time we hit Father's Office in Culver City for a well deserved pint or two!
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