Originally Posted by asmallsol
On my first english century, I was riding with some pretty damn good cyclists, and they decided to take me up the steepest climb in the area, on mile 55. It hurt, and killed my energy for later in the ride.
edit* looks like a fun ride (all my rides are typically almost straight
That was not very nice of them. I have said many times on here that I am the worst climber on the planet. So I am very impressed with how much I was climbing. I was hating it at first, but then began to enjoy the climbs, of course until my legs decided to stop climbing or moving all together.