Regular readers to this blog have probably figured out that I have a few Christmas traditions that may not be your typical Norman Rockwell Christmas scenario. Of course, Norman Rockwell did not live by the Southern California beaches, so that might have something to do with it. Of all the traditions I have, the one that probably goes back the furthest is my Christmas morning bike ride. These are photos from that ride.
Since there are several shopping malls by me and the streets have been packed since Thanksgiving, I take advantage of the fact that the streets are virtually empty on Christmas morning and I go for a ride. This year, Tanya spent her first Christmas with me, so she went for her first Christmas morning ride. I have a feeling she will be joining me for years to come.
