Photo: Chris Hunter
Listening to the sound of waves crashing against the jagged cliffs below, I slowly climbed up the first of the Twin Sisters, or Twin B#*ches as they are so affectionately known by the ride veterans. As cars buzzed past along this gorgeous stretch of the Big Sur coastline, the words of Ernest Hemingway filled my head:
“It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle."
