At a 37% grade, it is supposedly the steepest hill in the Western Hemisphere. The hill is characterized by payment that turns to gapping cobblestone as you make your way up the tedious climb. It's rough...I won't kid you. Last year, Sarah and I ventured out to the South HIlls to try our legs on this hill. It got the best of me as I was only able to make it halfway up. Granted, my climbing legs are not what they are today, and I had my Surly Cross Check (heavier bike with slightly different gearing).
This last weekend, I revisited my foe of last year is hope of redeeming myself. Equipped with my Cannondale road bike and running a 11-27 cassette, I was able to crank through this hill not once, but yes, twice (just wanted to make sure for good measure). It was quite monumental, at least in my mind. Sarah didn't seem quite so impressed with a return text that said, "I am proud?" Oh, you should be. Dirty Dozen is less than two weeks away. I've now hammered through 12 of those 13 hills successfully. The trick is doing all 13 in a row without bailing on the 50+ mile ride over Thanksgiving weekend. Should be interesting.
This last weekend, I revisited my foe of last year is hope of redeeming myself. Equipped with my Cannondale road bike and running a 11-27 cassette, I was able to crank through this hill not once, but yes, twice (just wanted to make sure for good measure). It was quite monumental, at least in my mind. Sarah didn't seem quite so impressed with a return text that said, "I am proud?" Oh, you should be. Dirty Dozen is less than two weeks away. I've now hammered through 12 of those 13 hills successfully. The trick is doing all 13 in a row without bailing on the 50+ mile ride over Thanksgiving weekend. Should be interesting.
Sporting the Mexico soccer player costume as I did two cyclocross races this last weekend in Morgantown, WV. I had a good showing in the Cat 4 race on Sunday morning at White Park. Marilla Park, on Saturday, didn't fair so well as I was having some mechanicals (dropped my chain ring twice; one time it got stuck between the crank and frame). However, Marilla Park was an amazing course. It offered up a deep sandpit, barriers, a massive hill with steps at the top, and very tight switchbacks. By far the best cross course that I've ridden. White Park was different in that it offered up two baseball fields. The dirty was quite loose from the relatively rainy week, so it became squirrelly in the turns. All in all, a fun weekend to be on the bike.
