I’m a fair weather rider, and I don’t enjoy climbing hills. Prior to registering this year’s Chilly Hilly, I demanded to scout out the course. ktula and I took Mango for a road trip to Bainbridge Island, drove around Chilly Hilly route. The hills scared me. But the breath-taking scenics had me excited about the ride.
The day of Chilly Hilly was cold but fortunately, not wet. As we got closer to the waterfront, we saw cyclists in group making their way toward the ferry terminal.
What a sight, the ferry to Bainbridge was packed with cyclists and their bikes. We caught up with my friend Ted and his fixie, worked out a plan to avoid chaos when hundreds of cyclists rushed out of the ferry to start the ride.
We had a slow start – too many on the road, too polite to cut in front of others. I didn’t mind it, as I was enjoying the scenics and preserving energy for the 33 miles ahead of us. The route went from well groomed residential streets to forest to beach with hills along the way.
The first big hill was the hardest for me. As we started ascending, I quickly fell behind Ted and ktula. The only reason I didn’t quit was I didn’t want to mess with cleats on a steep hill. The second hill appeared shortly after, I got off to push. Then I had a moment. I realized if I were to push every time there’s a hill, I’ll be pushing bike for a good part of the ride. Once my mindset switched, I was able to pedal away the rest of the course, including couple of the bigger, longer hills.
Before I knew it, we were at the finish line. Alright!

































