My regular riding partners are Johnny and John. Usually John is in the front on every climb. He's strong on all climbs on his Fuel. My cousin Johnny is a stong climber too and almost always beats me to the top.
So, I am most often the one that gets to the top last and most certainly is the most winded at the end of the ride, because of trying to stay on the back.
Saturday was a different story. I kicked their a$$es. It was all about the bike, Baby! I was in the front almost from start to finish. I hammered up Spanky and at the top I got off Beowulf, gave him a kiss, and raised my hands above my head and shouted, "The new Champion of the climbs...Me!" :jawdrop:
Further on we enter the Boulder trail. I tell them, "well, last time I was able to get through no problem, so let's see if it was a fluke." Guess what? No Fluke. No dabs or stops again.:thumbsup:
Never before have I been the man out front when I ride with these guys. I like the front. You get to rest more while waiting for the others to catch up.:tongue:
Now if I could just get over that damn log at the creek.:-?