There is a road in Bristol that's so steep that the cars have to park at an angle so they simply don't roll down it, and there are scrapes on the road surface from those turning on and off it. It's so steep that those cars are sometimes tied to lampposts, and the hill is used for egg rolling at Easter. Vale Street is not simple to walk up, especially in cleats, trust me.
And yet it is a road that I was desperate to cycle up. It's part of folklore in Bristol, and was something that I wanted to conquer, just to say I've done it. It doesn't really matter if I ever manage it again, I just wanted to get up it once.
