There is a good hill not too far from me. 

I call it the lululemon Hill. 

I have never really looked for the name of the street. 

You ride for a while on this one street, and when you see lululemon, you make a right. 

You only have a few metres, it starts right away. 

It is not that busy. 

It is steep. 

Three streets cross it before it comes to a ‘T’ at the top. 

At the top, you go left. 

I can make it, hmm, relatively (arguably) okay to the last street that crosses it. 

It is here I go left, and ride down a flat street. 

I ride down a few hundred metres. 

I know something. 

When you get to the top and go left, there is a little surprise. 

One more hill, and it is far, far steeper. 

This is why I ‘pull in.’ 

I get it together again for round two. 

I pick up speed as I ride back down the street. 

I get back on the hill and finish it off. 

But here is the deal. 

If I pass anyone, or if someone says, ‘Good job.’ 

I let them know I ‘pull in.’ 

‘The lululemon Hill’ 

Insert San Franciso Trolly emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’