"If you've ridden 100 miles", my roommate Stefanie said when I was doing the training, "then you can eat whatever you want. A deep-fried hostess twinkie. Whatever your want."
I'd ridden 545 miles, and my first breakfast after the ride wasn't a deep-fried hostess twinkie, but a pot of really good coffee, the largest stack of pancakes I'd ever seen (15 high?) and a great omelet at the Griddle Cafe on Sunset Boulevard, together with friends Sandy and Mark. It was my farewell to LA: from there I drove through the crazy freeway system to LAX.
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