I have been suffering for a year now from post-traumatic hill disorder as a result.
I had never seen such hills.

I had never seen people ride bikes up such hills.
Over the course of a three-hour tour, I got to know those hills well, mostly because I spent a lot of time walking up them, pushing my bike.
Why did I go back? Probably the same morbid fascination that makes people rub their sore spots--to find out if they could possibly still hurt as much as the last time they checked.
Click on the elevation chart to see the PTSD tour of Quadrupedal.
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