I did a lot of riding this weekend, probably close to 500-miles on both days with both bikes. I'd dare say that I put on 100-miles or more of canyon riding. Yesterday, while making the last run up a familiar but tight canyon road (Latigo Canyon Road out in Malibu), I felt good but for some reason I blew the double-yellow line on the first hairpin. I've ridden this road so many times that I know every rut. So, I shook my head and redoubled my concentration only to blow another double-yellow line a few turns later. Aghast, I slowed down and reexamined myself. I felt good. Shoulders and hands are tired but that was expected. Yet somehow I was no longer in the groove. So, I swallowed my pride and cruised the rest of the way back to the Rock Store, got me some water and went home. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at the loss of concentration considering how much I've ridden, but there was really no physical indication that I was truly tired. Yet my concentration was gone and thank goodness that it was later in the afternoon where there were no traffic coming from the other direction. Wanna kill these ads? We can help!