I wandered off early Sunday, riding past the airport and eventually ending up on the Pacific Coast Highway a little past where I'd been intending to end up, but no matter: every mile was fine on the Bottecchia fixie, so I doubled back and stopped at the foot of the Hermosa Beach pier for a sandwich. And as you'll see in the photos below, I found not only food but bikes, lots and lots of bikes, everywhere I went:
You know you're in a bike-friendly place when the little French bistro has a pastry named for Paris-Brest-Paris!
Looking back from the end of the pier.
Cycling and fishing--for some, this might be paradise....
Bikes locked to the railing of the pub.
My Bottecchia, with three more bike rack arrays visible in the distance. There is a total of fourteen or sixteen sets of bike racks here; most of them were full. (I parked at the less-busy streetside end of the plaza.)
A nice forty-five or fifty mile day, pedaling every inch, and folks on bikes everywhere, even away from the beach.