Went for a 30 mile bike ride yesterday with some folks that belong to the local bike club. I've ridden the distance before, but this route was a little hillier than I typically tackle around here. One of the guys that's kinda the head of the club hung back with me and helped push me up one hill during the first half of the leg.
We rode 16 miles and stopped for lunch. I had a hot beef sandwhich, I don't think that was quite the meal for a bike ride, but it sounded, looked and smelled so good. My tastebuds were happy. Next time I'll probably get something simpler, that could maybe help.
During the second half I ended up having a hard time keeping up with the group. The lead guy hung back and helped me up another couple hills by providing a gentle push. I was lagging though. It didn't do much for my ego, but oh well. I was out there.
So, I told him that I was actually going to tell people that I was pulling him up the hills instead of getting pushed up by him.
Then another time we were going up a longer incline. He's like, "It's not a hill... it's not a hill..." And it wasn't really... But I said, "You're right, it's an inverted valley."
My town sits on top of a bluff with a bit of the town below the bluff. There are 5 streets up the bluff. I usually try to include at least one trip up the bluff on my rides. I'm going to have to ride up and down until I get sick... recover and do it again.




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