There's a stretch along Hermosa Avenue heading south each night that I can just fly over. It's near the end of my ride, and usually I try to push myself to go as fast as I can. Sometimes I'm a bit tired, so I don't go all out, but last night, I was all charged up and completely in the zone. I was out of the saddle, sprinting in my highest gear, just flying. I barely noticed the car alongside me, until I came to the stop sign.
I stopped, and the car stopped next to me, with the window rolled down.
"Dude! 32 miles per hour! Nice!" He gave me a thumbs up!
I thanked him, then promptly went home and ate everything that I could find.
2012 Distance Count: 238 Miles | 383 Kilometers