I live half way up a hill with a 25% gradient. Bikes without granny rings get pushed
This thread has made me reappraise my opinion of roadies generally though.
Previously I'd assumed they were all humourless, pompous, self-important, masochistic pedants, able to suck the joy out of any situation. To take a fun, celebratory and spontaneous activity, and stamp up and down on its head with mindless rules, and irrational etiquette, until its very spirit lies beaten and bleeding in the gutter.
To spend their weekends Obsessing over utterly meaningless performance figures, and miniscule weight differences. Who dress unashamedly like circus clowns whose outfits have shrunk in the wash. And beast themselves senseless, like a benedictine monk who has been caught with a hooker, for no other good reason than they could never really accept that they weren't ever going to be a tour winner, yet deep down there's a horrible realisation dawning in the yawning void where their soul should be.
How wrong I was