The downhill blast. The Airtime. The sideway skids.
Off the boardwalk and into the Santa Monica Mountains we took our old beach cruisers and up the fire-roads of Kenter Trail where gravity does the pushing and “The Whoops” do the launching. After gathering some good ol’fashioned road rash, we headed back to the Emporium of Postmodern Activities for pizza and beer at the Carnivale De Velo bicycle festival. Two wheels without the engine has never been more exhilarating.