I hear that, Bill. Raised in the Colorado high country, I had lots
of steep hills to race. Once I was tearing down Independence
Pass,(12,000 ft+), when I discovered the limits of what a bike
can do. I'm pretty sure I hit 50+ when my front wheel flew off
in protest. I slid over 100 ft and then just lay there for a minute.
"Hmm, no pain; I must be in shock"
I got up. My leather shirt was shredded, but I didn't have a mark
on me. Found my wheel stuck in some brush, bolted it back on,
and rode the rest of the way down into Aspen....slowly.