It’s been said I have an addictive personality, especially when it comes to two-wheeled transport. This is by far not the worse thing that’s been said about me. It’s also very true.

Finding Azusa Canyon road – which is now my own private racetrack – less than fifteen minutes from my adopted home was one of those life changing moments for me. Something great, right under my completely oblivious nose. I don’t think I’ve ever been called smart. It’d be like suddenly realizing the neighbors you’ve lived next to for years is actually Angelina Jolie, sunbathing topless in her back yard.

Better than that even!

So, having the aforementioned addictive personality, I’ve been up Azusa Canyon road every day for the past three days, a practice I plan to continue every day that I can. I went up there for a third time this morning. Here is my last set of pictures from my newfound paradise: