Another peaceful day on the bike. A grave grinder. Until it turns to double track. Okay, an easy mountain bike ride then. Until, it turns into a climb.
And that climb turns out to have decent traction. So you keep trying and hoping to spin out so you can walk. Then you grunt so badly that you bleed out your eyes. Your lungs catch on fire. And you follow that narrow hallway of light. Just trying to not pass out. If only you could break traction and stop this torture.
But suddenly you top out and you fall into a heap of breathing, convulsing, mess. When things die down, you look. Hey, great view. This is outstanding.
Bill's Web Lodge 