We made our way up to Snellville (near Atlanta) to visit some more family and friends. Since I missed a ride on Monday I determined to try and catch up on Tuesday.
No such luck.
I think I have managed to find a natural anomaly. I believe that this town is the one in existence to have more uphills than down. Even when I tried to return home, I swear that there were roads going uphill both ways!?!
The worst part about riding around here is that I don't know the area that well, which means I was learning it as I rode. Coming from rural Georgia, there is something that I am familiar with, but of which I do not have an intimate knowledge: cul de sacs!! These things are evil! What's worse is that they pop up out seemingly of nowhere, and usually at the bottom of one of the few hills.
At least that was the case yesterday when I managed to get a downhill, and I was flying along just over 27 mph, when I happened to see the dreaded cul de sac. Expletives ran through my mind as I locked down my brakes in an attempt to stop before flying further down the hill, but without pavement. I was seriously considering putting my feet on the ground to try and "Fred Flintone" that bike to a stop...
Fortunately that was not necessary as I turned that remaining energy into a fast turn around. Then there was something even worse: the uphill from Satan.
To be honest, I got a little lazy at that point. I put it in the granny gear and eased my way back up the hill a little under 10 mph. I know where I am NOT riding today.
Although I didn't catch up in distance, I do believe that I managed to burn more calories and get a better workout than if I has simply ridden 10 miles on flatter ground. Oh the joy that is the uphill battle. I'm not really looking forward to today's ride, mostly because I have to go and cut grass first.
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