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Like some others, I'll be using this as an ongoing thread and adding new rides as I go. I hope I can come within the same universe of some of the inmates.
Saturday, Nov. 13, 2010, I decide it's a gorgeous day for a ride. Lake Arrowhead is a wonderful ride from LA and has a bit of everything; Highway, twisty roads and even an unpaved section from Hesperia up to Lake Arrowhead on CA Rt 173.
Off I go eastbound on the 210.
Traffic not too bad, the temp just right to make for comfortable riding in full gear...an hour later I reach the junction of the 210 and the 15 and BAM, sideswiped by strong, steady winds. My light, GS500f gets thrown to the shoulder of the hwy. Just ahead of me another bike is also creeping along the shoulder at 5mph. We chat a minute about how great the day was...a mile ago and slowly make our way to the next exit, massive big rigs zipping past us mere inches away the whole time. The other guy takes a right as he was heading to work and I take a left on Sierra Drive to a Del Taco / Gas Station to weigh my options and do a quick check on Google Maps. Just jup Sierra Drive there's a small town called Lytle Creek, CA...a "what the hell" thought later and I'm off.
A few miles up I see a service road shooting off up a hill and decide to explore.
Quite a nice view, but it seems the trail heads back down towards the windy 15 fwy. Back the other way!
I pass through Lytle Creek, almost missing it because I blinked and continue on up Lytle Creek rd until the pavement ends...This is what I was hoping for!
The scenery is gorgeous, but the road is like crushed cement. Rocky, gray and dusty, but a fantastic challenge.
I stop to take a photo or two and a "built for off road" 4x4 bangs by and the two guys in it are looking at me like I have two heads. I guess seeing what is essentially a "rice rocket" style bike this many miles down a bumpy, unpaved road isn't something they normally see.
I continue on for a bit, but I look down and realize I stupidly forgot to top off at the last gas station. So, I begrudgingly turn around and make my way back.
I do, however, come across a nice creek, a rarity in SoCal and stop one more time before heading home.
On the way back at the gas station I happen to run into another inmate who was also a victim of the Cajon Pass winds that day. Not sure about his inmate name, but he called himself Jesse and was riding from Chicago to Lake Isabella, CA. Hope you made it home safe.