Before we moved to Folsom, we lived at the top of a hill in Shingle Springs. The view was nice, but every ride from that house ended with a tough climb. After 20 years, that grew tiresome. A typical elevation profile looked like this:
Here things are pretty flat for the most part, but we can climb some hills depending on the direction we choose. Today we rode east on a route I've been fine tuning, and now we have perfected the elusive ride that front-loads all the climbing and ends with a long descent.
Except for the short climb at the end, from the lake back up to our house, it's a whole lot of downhill for the last 40 minutes. It may seem like a small thing, but after around 4000 rides that ended with a tough climb, it's quite a treat to coast into home.
Later.
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