HILLS HILLS AND MORE HILLS
I was unable to capture by picture the steepness of the hills.
Every day there were as many as a dozen climbs of five to eight hundred feet of elevation.
My bike weighs at least eighty pounds, and I weigh one hundred and seventy pounds.
This simple machine, driven only by human power sounds almost impossible to
ride uphill.
The gearing is the secret, if you have the right ratios, you can
ride up trees. I spin along at ninety reps per minute, at four point five miles
per hour trying not to fall over. It takes a long time to climb to the tops of
these hills, but somehow you get there.
As the days pass, each hill becomes
less and less daunting. I think it is called conditioning. You don't enjoy them or look forward to them, they just
become less impossible.
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