September 14, 2005



What's awful is that compared to downtown LA, PCH should be a much smoother, safer ride. But it's not.

My husband rode from SF down to Orange County a couple of years ago. He and his friends got buzzed by tractor-trailers while riding (uphill) along cliffsides.

It boggles the imagination.

Will Campbell

When I saw the name "Scott Bleifer" and his age in the L.A. Times piece yesterday I almost immediately knew it was the same Scott Bleifer with whom I went to high school. Very sad.

I've done rides on PCH from Marina Del Rey to Pt. Mugu and back on several occasions and it's just very squirrely in places, never more so than southbound around Temescal Canyon. I won't even dare.

Back in 2003 me and a friend and another serving as crew did a private fundraising ride to benefit the World Parrot Trust from San Francisco to L.A. and early in the planning stages we opted to come inland at Ventura and down Highway 126 for a finish in Santa Clarita rather than down PCH to Santa Monica because we just didn't want the hassles and close-calls that PCH never ceases to supply.

Ride safely.

Brian Hodes

i just returned from scotts funeral. very sad. i am in the begining stages of organizing a cycle "sit in" on p.c.h. to bring awareness to the public of cycle safety. i to, had a very difficult time getting on my bike after such a tragic accident. it does not need to happen.

Brady Westwater

As a person who once lived in Malibu for many years - and who enjoys bike riding, I would never ride on the majority of PCH. The constant - and daily ever changing - physical intrusions into the shoulder area forces bikes - without warning - directly into the paths of cars.

And while I - luckily - never saw a bike rider get hit - I saw a number of car accidents caused when drivers had to swerve and hit another car to avoid hitting a bike that cut directly in front of them. Not once, I might add, did I ever see any biker stop after causing an accident.

I don't know what can be done to stop tragedies like this; if I had a solution, I would have proposed it many years ago.


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