I have to admit, upon arrival at the bottom of GMR this afternoon, I was nervous. Having never climbed more than a mile or two at a time, I was butterflies-in-the-stomach kinda nervous. As it turns out, that was totally silly . I ended up having a blast, and settled in on a very comfortable pace since I didn't really know what I was in for. I also ended up carrying 6.5lbs of water with me, if that gives you any indication as to how newbish I am.
The weather was fantastic, mid 80's at the base, low 60's up at the village, and I counted a total of 18 cars that passed me the whole day (not counting cars going the opposite way). The lack of a shoulder really is a non-issue, which I was pleasantly surprised about.
On the descent I kept it pretty tame. I've never decended something this twisty before, and with the guy that was killed a few weeks ago and the guy that went off the edge this week, lets just say I was playing it safe. Anyway, half way down the bike felt loose, and it turned out my rear tube was split at the seam...what the hell? Anyway, 25 minutes later (the tire was a real bear to get off/on for some reason) I was back on the road.
Anyway, the garmin file:
And some photos...
Bike assembled and ready to go:
The view of downtown LA and smog:
Beautiful moon-rise over Mt Baldy (bigger version if you click):
Me (well, my bike) at the lodge: