Glendora Mountain Road
9 months ago
Yesterday, I broke up with my bike. We've ridden across the country together -- both figuratively, insofar as we've travelled that far, and literally, insofar as you were one of the few things I brought with me from Philly to LA. In residency, you'd awake me from my post-overnight shift naps. We'd escape for an afternoon together, braving the hot or the cold to ride the river trail westward and then turn around to chase the setting sun back home. You got me excited enough to stay awake, and then tired enough to get back on a normal sleep schedule. You were tough enough for Philly roads and Philly winters, reminding me of my old mountain bike. As I became stronger and bolder, I also learned to harness your nimbleness, glide in the slipstreams, and keep up with "roadie" group rides. In that way, you helped me make friends in LA and explore this foreign land. You never left me stranded, and even waited to catch your first flat tire until I'd learned to fix them by myself. Maybe most importantly, we matched my awkwardness with your own -- we were both just enough out of place everywhere to keep each other company. But I've realized now that you deserve a new home, and I think I've found you a good one. These steep California mountain climbs just aren't quite your thing. Meanwhile, your minimalist (fixed gear) little brother has challenged me with a new way to explore the flats, stretching me to sit lower and sleeker while sliding through LA's gutters and grime. You're left without a place in between, so I'm glad you can support someone else, but more importantly, your spirit continues to evolve within me. Farewell and onwards.
ig shout out to my friend Basile for taking a couple of these photos and coming along on this fittingly epic last ride up Glendora Mountain Road and Mount Baldy!