This weekend was the 31st annual Rosarito to Ensenada bike ride, which brought me to Mexico for the first time. Usually the ride draws in over 5,000 cyclists but this year, due to the recent killing sprees there were far less riders. I was very eager to check another country off my list of ‘Places I’ve Visited’, and Angela being an avid cyclist and triathlete suggested it, so I signed us both up. A strong man friend of Angela’s accompanied us on the car ride so we would be out of harm’s way. My only fear was the bike ride ahead.
At one point there was a hill that lasted 3 entire miles without a break. After that sucker I assumed we were done with the hills, but sure enough, we turned a corner and there was another monster! This continued for most of the ride but then luckily the down hills came. Flying down long, steep hills is like riding a rollercoaster that you’re in control of. It’s magnificent! It almost makes the hills worth it… almost.