Originally Posted by fullmonte
Back in the day when I was young and naive (before motos and ATTGATT), I used to regularly hit 67-68 mph (according to the calibrated cyclo computer)on a steep hill in Roanoke county, VA called the Wall. The fun part was at the bottom of the descent, the road went into a nice right hand sweeper that would cause you to drift over the double yellow into the oncoming lane, just a couple inches.
Talk about a rush. None of the guys I rode with exceeded the low 60's, but they weighed less and used their brakes (brains).
Kinsman Notch, NH Hwy 112 going East--12% for 2 miles, wide open. Went down that one with a big guy, and he said his CateyeMate showed 65 the last time I slingshot-passed him.
Call me Mel. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me at home, I thought I would ride about a little and see the other parts of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.