Howell Mountain should be called Howl Mountain. That is how I felt on it today after 2 sporty paced rides up to the Diablo Junction earlier this week. My legs wanted to howl.
I got inspired by hypoxia and lactic acid to tweak the famous poem "Howl" by Alan Ginsberg
I saw the best legs of my generation destroyed by madness, shaven, hysterical naked, dragging themselves up the narrow roads at dawn looking for a personal best fix, Helmet headed cyclists burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the hilly dynamo on the machinery of bikes.