Rode home against the advice of many of my (non cycling) peers. Lots of snow, no other cyclists, very few people about, few cars, succeeded on a hill where all the cars trying were failing. Ok it's not Alpe d'Huez but I felt proud willing my way up, fighting the urge to get out the saddle/getting off and pushing. The look on the bemused car drivers/pedestrians' faces was a bonus. It was also nice to get shouts of encouragement (for being stupid enough to ride home in such weather).
Rode home against the advice of many of my (non cycling) peers. Lots of snow, no other cyclists, very few people about, few cars, succeeded on a hill where all the cars trying were failing. Ok it's not Alpe d'Huez but I felt proud willing my way up, fighting the urge to get out the saddle/getting off and pushing. The look on the bemused car drivers/pedestrians' faces was a bonus. It was also nice to get shouts of encouragement (for being stupid enough to ride home in such weather).
/boring story.