There’s a road. Of course there’s a road. Roads are everywhere. But some roads are special. Some are steep, very steep, and one is the steepest in the world, and I’ve ridden up it today for the second time. The first time was in 2017 and I couldn’t resist the 40% gradient sign. It was hard work, and I was surprised at how much I needed to breathe just before I reached the top. That road is Ffordd Penllech and my time was 14 seconds slower than two years ago. The road has been partially resufaced, and big road chippings were in my way. I tried to ride it and picked a bad line, ending up in gravel on the right hand of a steep corner. Should I quit? I crossed my mind, but I had no choice other than to give it another go, not that riding down to the start wasn’t a test of my brakes. I had to do it, even if I had to dodge road chips, and maybe ride through some soft patched road. So, two years older and 14 seconds slower is fine with me. I’d earned my tea.