What my husband refers to as the Seven Hills Of The Apocalypse. Twenty miles with a succession of seven of the nastiest hills we can get. UGH! Thank goodness a MO hill can only go up for so long, too bad they don't seem to have heard of a switchback around here so straight up is how it goes.
Then again, it's always kind of cool to realize - as you're throwing your weight at the pedal in the tiniest gear cause it's the only possible way to move forward - that you don't weigh near enough. More chocolate, please.![]()
There are several hills that rival these, but not all in a row like 'em.
I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.