Eric's childhood home in Downey.
Before he moved out of this two bedroom at the age of 15, there were two adults, three kids, two ducks, a tortoise and several cats living here.
Today we took a trip down memory lane, which just happened to be more of a memory path than anything else, the Río Hondo Bike Path. Eric spent much of his childhood here, both supervised and unsupervised, so the stories vary in degree of danger...
The views and sounds change abruptly as you ride along the Río Hondo; soccer fields, petting zoos, horse stables, shooting ranges, remote control airplane fields, train crossings, freeways, and dams are just some of the sites.
This fenced in part of the bike path is to protect people from defiant remote control aircraft. The hobbyists like to fly low over the bike path, to show off their skills. Skill level can be debatable, huge divots can be found all over the fence, and chunks of planes scattered around.
We ended in South El Monte, at Taco Nazo, where I had the most amazing potato tacos and michelada.
I thought your mother said not to go into the canal...
We thought about riding around in the parking lot until we hit 20 miles, but then decided it was fair to round up.