Silly me. Just came in from one of those perfect rides. Set off for a 20-25 mile loop, no real destination, no real time schedule. Stopped to make friends with a 2-wk old colt, watched deer grazing on the hill above a small reservoir, spotted pelicans and tons of water fowl . . . and looked at a road from the dam to the top of Antelope Hill.
I've avoided this climb for years because it always looked long and steep and just not a lot of fun. But my neighbor came back last week bragging about climbing the hill and my macho gene kicked in. Suddenly that hill did not look too steep, and certainly not too long! The sun was out, I had the time . . . what the heck!
Much to my surprise, I plowed up that road without any problem. Did not set a speed record, but found my granny gear on the new bike was more than adequate for the challenge. And the view from the top was spectacular! Did the math when I got home -- it was a 13 percent grade for .7 miles. Not Tour de France kind of stuff, but challenging enough for me after 20+ miles.
Now I'm thinking of tackling a couple of other routes I've avoided because I've told myself I'm can't possibly do it.
I'm sure nobody else has this same mental flaw