That little hill on the working class side of Denver may have been my first, but it was not my last. There are few thrills in life greater than taking a big descent on a bicycle. I can’t think of any other experience that combines machinery with physics, aerodynamics, and what my old cycling buddy and I called “the whee factor” for such an adrenaline rush. Bombing down a big hill on a bike is like riding riding a roller coaster without a seat belt.
But I’ve always been a contrarian. If everyone else wanted to fly down the hill, I wanted to climb up it. The thrill of descent may be great, but the satisfaction inherent to defeating a steep grade is even greater. I love getting to the top of a big climb, turning around, and flipping off the monster ascent that tried to beat me.
Anyway, hills songs:
“The Man on the Hill,” Johnny Cash.
“That Crazy Little House on the Hill,” Gene La Marr.
“Top of the Hill,” Tom Waits.
“Mensforth Hill,” The Clash.
“Up the Hill Backwards,” David Bowie.
“Harrowdown Hill,” Thom Yorke.
“Climb the Wooden Hills,” Possessed.
“Run to the Hills,” Iron Maiden.
So there you have it: eight songs about hills. What did I miss? Don’t leave me standing alone on this hill like a fool, let me know. I’m listening.