At the bottom of infamous Rocktore climb (or in this case.. descent) there’s a little liquor store that’s cut from the same mold as the Rockstore itself. Classic vintage California mom and pop awesomeness and the last vesitges of family run business catering to bikers and the leather bound. You can just feel Steve McQueen’s man-energy while you drink a Mexican Coke and decide what way you’re rolling home. So easy to worry about making your training gains and not notice the amazing characters that are a part of every great ride. How the hell did I used to push the 53 up this thing?