Mount Wilson - Part Deux

Well after having had such a devastating first encounter with Mount Wilson, I decided to give it another go a week later. This time around the weather was much more forgiving... nice and sunny in the valley, however you could see that Wilson still had some clouds building in the vicinity. I decided that I wouldn't be unprepared this time. I packed a thermal jacket, which left me with a giant bulge in my back pocket. In fact my jersey was so stuffed I think I looked more like a camel riding a bike.

View from the top

The ride was phenomenal... I will skip the details of the route again as you can grab that in the previous post. BUT HERE IS THE RIDE DATA. This time around I was able to shred a lot of time off the ride as I wasn't freezing my butt off on the descent... and also spent a good amount of time trying kill myself on the climb up. Although, I would like to add that descent this time was ridiculous... without the rain and freezing temps it was much easier to bomb down and maintain grip. The ride scored major points this time.

Mountain top, not so pretty

By the time I got home it had become pretty clear something was off. My knee was killing me... With some experimental cleat positioning it put a lot of stress on it. I woke up the next day with my knee totally blown out. It hurt so bad I could hardly walk on it. My advice, don't ignore knee pain... especially after you just changed your cleats around. It took a few days off, some Ibuprofen, ice and I was back on the bike.

This weekend is the big ride however. My token cycling buddy Steve is getting married, so his bachelor party is this weekend. Being cycling junkies, we're swapping the strippers for Milan-Sanremo and a ride up Mount Palomar... which is the our cycling equivalent of a Vegas getaway. As lame as that sounds to some of you, it's true.

So come this Friday it's a weekend of cycling, boozing, and riding.