Rosedale Arch

The Three O'Clock Ride wound up at the Rosedale Arch last week. I hadn't been up close to the arch since high school. As I recall, back then me and a couple of friends went up there to drink Bacardi & Coke and eat Taco Bell burritos.

I'd forgotten the steep roads approaching the arch, but it all came back to me. When you're a passenger in a car driven by a teenager who swears he drives better when he's fucked up, hills like those make an impression.

Or when you're coasting down them at 45 mph despite the drag of your panniers and tweaking your brakes periodically because there's a stop sign at the bottom.

But you can see forever from up there.