A few weeks ago now we spent a weekend in the Berkshire hills and took a trip up to Mount Greylock and the surrounding countryside. There were several brave cyclists making the 3500 feet climb up to the top of the mountain. We drove. I’m bad enough in a car when it gets any higher than a low bridge. Those hairpin bends when you seem to be heading out into the sky scare me rigid. It’s irrational, but there you are. If the brain was meant to be logical, it would come with a set of operating instructions. Anyway, Mt Greylock was lovely.