I went out for a ride this evening, and took a different route from normal. While I'm still finding my way (and desperately searching for my fitness), I've been sticking to a 7 mile route which is fairly flat. A couple of gentle ups and downs, but nothing steep.
As it was rush hour when I went out though, I knew that would be busy, so picked a different road, which has a couple of steep(ish) hills. Leaving aside the 'going up' bit ( thank goodness for granny gears), the big downhill, which I suspect as a bouncy and indestructible 10 year old, I would have flown down, whooping with delight, now, quite frankly, scared the pants off me!
Ok, I'm on a flat bar bike, so a bit more upright than a roadie, but all I could think about was wobbling, or hitting a pothole, and then sailing through the air, followed by an deeply unpleasant tarmac/face interface incident.
Do hills get better, or are some of us destined to descend steep hills accompanied by the fragrant aroma of burning brake blocks?
As it was rush hour when I went out though, I knew that would be busy, so picked a different road, which has a couple of steep(ish) hills. Leaving aside the 'going up' bit ( thank goodness for granny gears), the big downhill, which I suspect as a bouncy and indestructible 10 year old, I would have flown down, whooping with delight, now, quite frankly, scared the pants off me!
Ok, I'm on a flat bar bike, so a bit more upright than a roadie, but all I could think about was wobbling, or hitting a pothole, and then sailing through the air, followed by an deeply unpleasant tarmac/face interface incident.
Do hills get better, or are some of us destined to descend steep hills accompanied by the fragrant aroma of burning brake blocks?