So I rode my bike to work this morning...yeah, the kind you propel with your legs. Incidentally, there are a lot of hills in Charlottesville, VA. Imagine that: a town in the foothills of the Blue Ridge has lots of hills. Most wonderfully, the entrance to my work is also a large hill, so I finished my ride struggling to make it up the last hill, in the lowest gear, feet flying as I pedaled with all my might as the bike went absolutely nowhere. I was actually going so slow that I was having a hard time keeping the bike steady, and all the while the parade of my co-workers passed by and, at least in my head, laughed at the moron who couldn't get up the hill.
But I digress.