Making that giant stand and deliver effort count
If you're staring down a 12% grade with nothing but lactic acid in your veins, that giant stand and deliver move is basically the only thing between you and the ego-crushing reality of walking your bike up the hill. It's that moment where you stop worrying about your heart rate monitor and start worrying about whether your quads are actually going to explode. We've all been there—hovering somewhere between a personal best and a complete physical meltdown, hoping the carbon fiber beneath us is as stiff as the marketing materials promised. ...