Here is a tale of two cyclists. One is me, on Day 2 of a bicycle tour of Nova Scotia's south coast last August. My group was riding from our waterside inn at Hubbards Bay to Lunenburg, an 18th century seafaring town. The first day had seemed easy to this Manhattan bicycle commuter, so I elected the extra-mileage option. As the other members, most of them boomers like me, climbed into the support van provided by Freewheeling Adventures Tours, I set off on my Trek hybrid. Five miles later I spotted a monster hill looming ahead. Behind it was another, and...
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