I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep the naming conventions. They provided lots of amusement while I rode, and it makes chipseal slightly more bearable when one can shout out, "Curse you, SpeedSucker!" I thought I'd get more meditative while I rode, but mostly I just enjoyed inhaling the fresh air, looking at all of the trees and snags, and spinning the pedals round and round.

I stole "turtling" from bikefag, though perhaps he stole it from someone else, too. That's a blog worth chuckling over for a while. :-)

I also named my left shifter/derailleur. I had a triple chainring, so shifting into the granny gear got renamed "flipping the bird." From there, I wound up calling the big ring, "setting the bird" and the middle ring was just "middle bird." So when I hit a Trudger, at a certain point I'd think to myself, "Okay, time to flip the bird" and then I'd settle in to a good trudge. Up until those Bremerton hills, at least. Man, that was some intense turtling, and today my feet are a bit sore from it all.