5 September 2009

Alba

It was sunny and comfortable, with a light breeze. The traffic light at Encinal and Hwy 9 doesn't change for cyclists, so, after waiting through a light cycle, I waited for a break in the cross traffic, and then ran the light. As I started, a voice behind me yelled, "You fucking moron." I didn't look to see if it was directed at me.

I started up Alba at 11:53. There seemed to be a little more car traffic than usual. I even encountered a cyclist, also climbing, around the early part of the middle steep section. There two large packs of Miatas descending, with a a few strays trailing each pack. Sweat was constantly dripping into my eyes. I got to the top at 12:26.