Resistance level 3
Deep burn, mount the hill. White hot pain whirring by as my feet going whirring by. Around. Pivoting around the joining spokes and pivoting around deeper to cause yet more deep white, intense hot burn.
Resistance level 7
ATTACK THE HILL! Hot numbness, my legs are leaden. The pain is almost empty as it seers my flesh, it feels empty, hollow bone and muscle. Thighs trying as hard as they can, pushing and pulling the small plastic pedals in a circular motion.
Back down to Resistance 3
The break is needed, that hill was steep. Decreased resistance decreasing the potential meatiness of my thighs. Meaty meat bags of meat. Muscle meat. bags of meat hanging from my hips, handbags of meat perhaps.
Resistance level 1
We are on the back side of the hill now. Rolling down, easy propulsion. Softer mesh-worked matrix of resistance. Lower the level and free-wheel. Bask in the glory of a soon to-be-ended moment of helpful gravitation.
Swerve
There was a woman standing right in the road, unbelievable. Could have caused a massive accident, seventy plus people dead. The peloton is no place for those with skinny thighs. Takethis seriously please!
Back up to Resistance level 3
The hill is mounting again, deep burn. Intense, white hot. Atop the stationary table top sits a condensed brick of sugar, caramelised and soft. Or so I am told. Sold to the highest bidder, the stock market value of fudge really ought to be regulated.
Resistance level 2
Soft leather seat.