Shiraz and others tried to kill me on Friday with 20 miles of hills. I have a double and was cursing and mashing up till the summit. Then I was smiling and praising on the coast down. It was a 34 mile ride all told, but the climb was LONG - I survived with a big old smile at the end.

Mr. - as far as I am concerned, it is like running - even tho' you may be jogging at 4.crawl miles per hour, they still call you a runner. You, my friend, are indeed a masher.

As an aside, why in the world would we have a granny gear on a bike? I think that applies only to a car. Historians? I'd google the history of the term right now, but I need to get to work if I want a paycheck. Pretty sure that there aren't many grannys mashing their way up the summit .