Of the many Mount Sugarloafs strewn around North America (and perhaps further), there’s one in Western Massachusetts, a tiny granite lump rising out of the Connecticut River Valley adjacent to South Deerfield. The road that climbs the south summit rises a mere 650 feet, but is brutal in its efficiency. It features but two switchbacks and the grade following that first hairpin reduced many of my friends to walk. One late summer afternoon in the early 1990s, I rode it after work with a friend, a friend who happened to own both the 15-16 and 17-18 time trial records on that butte.
Dear reader, I decided to attack him.
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