today i'm a little wobbly. leader for our Monday night town ride took us up a road that accesses the top of a local ski hill. about .25mi of 25% grade. made it 3/4 of the way up running 46:16 on the 722ts. i was the only one w/o gears and still made it the farthest. yay, old guy! darn 20-something whippersnappers.

Rule #5, i didn't whine, but we had a heck of a "no face" boxing match outside the pub afterward.

between that, and the normal hill climbs on my commute, i'm like a sailor getting his land legs back....