… because of this hill
This was the first “monster” hill I encountered. Right after Mt. Vernon. It was the first of an endless series of at least 12% to 15% grade hills.
I didn’t have to walk up this one, but I did have to stop half way up and sit by the cemetery to catch my breath. (Yes, I know. Real cyclists are shaking their heads muttering, “Wimp.” You’re right. Flat roads I can ride all day. Actually climb a hill? I’d rather work at Connie’s.