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I’m always pleasantly surprised when my slapped-together rides draw any interest whatsever, so you can imagine how thrilled I was that yesterday’s 8 Presidents Ride drew a variety of 24 cyclists  at the outset (not shown: Stephen and Alice and Foodtruck Maven Joni — and no, Bobby in the yellow shirt is not about to bop Alexis next to him).

Of course, some who came along for the 32-mile route weren’t as enthusiastic as others.  At the gathering place at Hoover just below Wilshire, there was some confusion leading to the  odd handing back of some of the spokecards I’d distributed only to have that group request them back a few minutes later. The more the merrier, I said.

By the last leg of the ride that 24 had dwindled to 8 of us making it back along Adams to Hoover, and after parting company with Stephen and Alice at 6th and Union the remaining six of us made for the absolute madness that was the LA Streetfood Fest:

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All in all, it was a great day for a ride, and I hank everyone for turning out.