A close friend was chatting about a commute into work one fine weekend morning. She saw a woman climbing the only significant hill around with a big grin on the rider's face. As she was speeding down the hill, wondering why the grin - she realized that the grinning rider was me (too late to say hi, apparently).

Well, I've been riding for four months (after ~30 year hiatus) and I am still out-of-shape but loving it. I remembered that morning ride quite well. The big grin was because for the very first time, I wasn't in the lowest gear. Yeah!