I don’t have a tire-biting dog in the years-long fight of the professional-level racing cyclists vs. the bureaucratic powers that be on the Rose Bowl loop.
I do know that the 3.1-mile course, clockwise if you’re looking from the south, is the best place to ride a bike for exercise in Southern California. It’s also one of the best places to run, and to walk, for two reasons: It’s hard to find a place in our hilly region that is so relatively flat (it does go quite a bit uphill, from south to north, but it’s gradual) and those 3.1 miles are exactly five kilometers — a 5k race — so it’s great for timing yourself.
Sometimes, under the current striping regime, those uses come into conflict. Still, life is conflict. What with the Rose Bowl Aquatics Center right there, a triathlete could swim, run and cycle in one place for training, and that’s a cultural place.
I’m not triathlete. My old mountain bike sits in the back yard with a flat tire, and I don’t get it out but a couple of times a year. My swimming consists of a few strokes back to my surfboard when I wipe out at San Onofre.
My own Arroyo exercise regime consists of running, and weekly golf on the Brookside course, so if anything, by the merely personal, you could say that I am inconvenienced from time to time Tuesdays and Thursdays when some 100 Olympic-caliber cyclists whoosh around the loop in a tightly grouped pack cyclists call a peloton. A walking golfer has to look out for its massive collective force when crossing Washington Boulevard or from parking on the street to the clubhouse.
But so what? I’ve got eyes, and ears. And while it’s not my sport, I honestly enjoy witnessing the peloton spectacle twice a week.