I rotated through my bikes over the Summer. Some I rode briefly, some I rode far, some were quick and nimble, on others I just cruised along, but I think it was mainly Stella that made me stronger. I turned 78 in August, and when I hit the big hills, her 52/45 crank and 13/24 free wheel had me huffing and puffing like the old man I am. A few times, I endured the walk of shame when another bike would have eased me over the top, but I didn't avoid her, and kept coming back for another ride. At Summer's end, Stella and I are topping those killer hills without the low gears on my other rides. A small victory that still feels good. Don