In 1971, I was 18 and bought a new Commando. It was crazy; I really did know how to ride and I learned to ride and then to road race, in Griffith Park in Los Angeles, CA., on that brand new motorcycle. I wore that bike out in Griffith Park.
In that city park, there is an several mile long road, lots and lots of turns, now closed to the public; it is named Mount Hollywood Drive. What we called the "frontside" of that road begins on the Hollywood side, at the Observatory; from there it climbs a bit to a ridge, runs for a mile or two along the ridge, and then, just as you get near the Hollywood Sign, it drops very steeply, flattens, and drops again, and so on, way down, to the bottom of the hill, near what Johnny Carson called "beautiful downtown Burbank."
Most of the road, of Mount Hollywood Drive, was on the Burbank side, or what we called the "backside" of the hill. The road was built as a WPA, Works Progress Administration, project during the Great Depression - mainly by hand, without heavy earth moving equipment. That meant that if there was a big rock or a big tree, well then the road had to go around it. Needless to say, the road twists and turns and is very tight. A very fast rider, on a very fast bike, would have a low average speed, almost like an enduro average, even though he might touch 100 in a couple of spots; there were many turns where getting through them at 15 or 20 MPH would be flying. Most of the road surface was not really asphalt but a polished slurry coat and there were many hard to see bumps. Sand was common, there were seasonal and year round wetspots/seeps, and ever present were the leaky City of Los Angeles trash trucks hauling to a landfill.
For maybe 20 years, there was a regular group of guys who raced up that hill, before the traffic, Sundays at 8:00 am sharp.
You had to learn the road. We had a name for every corner; that way we could de-brief and swap stories about who did what where. In the late spring and summer when the days were longer, we also frequently met on weekdays at the Observatory after work/school. Fast rides, good times.
Sometimes we fell down and slid down the road. Since the road is closed, I am one of many xbacksidesliders.
My avatar is a copy of a lapel pin button that a dearly departed friend, Greg DuVall, designed and made up and which we all wore. It is a map of the "Backside."