My Milwaukee-San Diego flight on Saturday was delayed five hours, putting me at the Fed Ex office with views of the Pacific Ocean in the mid-afternoon. Unboxing and reassembling the bike was a snap, but I didn’t get on the road until after 4PM. I cruised through a seedier side of San Diego heading east and soon started gaining elevation. Three hours and 42 miles later, I found a room in the only motel in Alpine where I hoisted my 95 lbs of gear (35lb bike, 45lb stuff and 5lb of water) up an exterior stairway to a second story room. “Why did you pick such a hot weekend to go biking?” asked an attendant at the nearby 7-11. My Garmin GPS showed a steady climb in temps from 75F to 90F in spite of the elevation gain and the setting of the sun.