
- The descent.
- The view.
- Chocolate.
- Fitness.
- The pain subsides at the top.
There is really nothing like charging up a hill in a pack of fast cyclists to test one's limits on a bicycle. Last year, many of us were caught in the rain; this year, the weather was sunny and cool. Last year, I was hurting and miserable; this year, well, I was just hurting.
I love the spirit of Low-Key: friendly, fun, full of good humor and encouragement. We are all out there mixing it up together: commuters, recreational riders, and racers from the local clubs. Road bikes, mountain bikes, an electrified recumbent, and a fixie (whose rider leaves most of us in the dust). Men and women of all ages. It's an open field.

I wasn't the last cyclist up the hill. Not ready to retire, just yet.
So sorry to miss the LKHC, but Levi's Gran Fondo was well-supported and pretty, and I got to hang out with Christine and Keith a bit. "The Schreuderspitze" explains why I climb. There's not a shorter explanation.
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