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I don't know about climbing the hill by itself, but climbing was a breeze compared to my old bike. I hit the hills for the first time this weekend. The first big hill was a little bit of a struggle for the last little bit because I tried to do it in my big front gear. Stupid me. I just finished the hill standing up. We ran into a guy at the top of the hill that had just climbed up pushing his bike after he wrecked at the bottom. His leg had a very deep gash just below the knee and was bleeding pretty bad. I'm not good with blood, so my husband stayed and used our first aid kit on him to get the bleeding under control. I rode ahead a couple of miles to meet the ambulance at the next entrance to the rails to trails route we were riding. There were a bunch of hills on the way, but I had so much adrenaline pumping that it pretty much flattened the hills out for me if you know what I mean. I met the ambulance, told them where the guy was, and then I got back to them only about a minute behind the ambulance. I was ready to head back to the car and call it a day by the time they loaded him up and headed to the hospital to put multiple layers of stitches in his leg. His poor bike was trashed too.
I can tell you that my husband doesn't have to worry about dropping me much anymore. In fact he said he has to push really hard to feel like he's giving me a workout. He hopes to upgrade to a nice carbon fiber bike like mine at Christmas. I'm glad I upgraded first. His current bike is better than my old one. If he had upgraded first, he would've been board riding with me on my metal beast.
Aimee
A bicycle does get you there and more.... And there is always the thin edge of danger to keep you alert and comfortably apprehensive. Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal. And getting there is all the fun. ~Bill Emerson, "On Bicycling," Saturday Evening Post, 29 July 1967