33 miles

I took a little late afternoon ride on the Santa Anna River trail. Instead of going toward the beach, this time I rode northeast. The trail is not quite as smooth up that way but it is still really good.
I like to challenge myself by trying to pass people and I especially like to pass people who have nice bikes, clipless pedals, and spandex shorts. There was a a pair of such riders who went by just as I was getting on the trail and so I set out to catch up to them. I think I would have caught them, but I got off on some dead-end spur and never saw them again.
On the way back some guy on a really nice bike, wearing a Discovery Channel jersey, blew by me. (Perhaps he enjoys passing people on old Schwinn's, wearing gym shorts, tennis shoes and using toe clips.) I tried to stay with him for awhile, but without even trying much, he was able to pull away pretty well.
I don't think he was actually on the Discovery Channel team (which is now defunct), but if he was, I don't feel as bad about him passing me.

6 miles
I took a little trip down to Carbon Canyon Park. I didn't have much time because I left fairly late. I went to the bike shop first and picked up a new air pump, an inner tube, and some lights so I can ride at night if I have to. The air pump was badly needed. The threads that screw onto the schrader valve where stripped on my other one. It was not reliable.

I rode down to CSUF tonight. It was maybe eight miles round trip and I took it at a spectator speed, so there wasn't much exercise to it but I there were two incredible points of interest.
1) I rode past their glass blowing studio. I wouldn't have guessed they had one, but I saw the glory holes and people with blow pipes. I only did one semester of glass blowing in college, but oh how I miss it. I wonder if I could get any studio time there.
2) There was a young man sitting outside playing a Rochut trombone etude. I recognized the etude as one that I played in college and I saw the book on his stand. It brought back memories of the hours I spent in a practice room at Hastings College trying to become a trombone player. I should have practiced outside like that guy.

There was a comment once about this being a bicycling blog and yet it had a picture of a train.
And I blog about things other than bicycling.
I have heeded such comments and from now on I will make a great effort to only post blogs that relate to bicycling.