Once upon a time, it turned out that I climbed Mt. Hamilton once a month—almost, but not quite, every month that year. I climbed Bernal in January. Hmm, maybe Bernal could be my (modest) goal this year.
My ride buddy was game, and we decided to take it easy (follow the flat route, to climb with fresh legs).
We loitered after descending, chatting in the afternoon sunshine; multiple passing cyclists paused to make sure we didn't need help. [Our fellow cyclists are the best!]
We finished with 31 miles and about 1,000 feet of climbing. I had held a steady pace on the hill, but ... not my personal best.
March is almost here.
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