Went the short way to work again today. The "up and over route" I was clipping along down this little hill before getting to the bottom of the big hill when all at once I am in a fog bank and can't see anything...then I figure it out...duh, my glasses are steamed up. I pulled them down on the end of my nose and ride looking over them. (What a dork!)
I now have this 1/4 mile long, pretty steep hill in front of me, and so I gear down and up I go. I get just about to the top and I see this little old lady in her house coat getting her morning paper out of the box. I say good morning and she asks me, "Did you just ride all the way up that hill?"
"Yes, I did." I say.
She says, with some enthusiasm, "Good for you, young man!"
Which makes me feel real good, since I am almost 50.
It's little things like that, that make biking worth it...don't ya think?!?