After three seasons of trying, I finally biked up the big hill that leads to our street. I had to drop into second gear and stand up and pump each half-cycle like Suzanne Pleshette bench pressing her own weight*, but I made it, dammit. Of course, being passed by a twelve-year old on a bike piled with 75 pounds of school books didn’t do anything for my mood. But I made it, dammit.

The hill is named “Corey Road,” but that doesn’t sound very impressive in sentences that begin: “I finally beat _____.” So, I’m looking for a more impressive nickname for the street. “I finally beat Glory Road.” “I finally beat The Widow-Maker.” You know, something like that.

Suggestions? [Tags: doep puzzles]

*That was a completely gratuitous Suzanne Pleshette reference. I just like her name. It sounds like fake fur.

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