Highway 12 was one of the most terrifying roads I've ever ridden my bicycle on. With a sliver of a road shoulder, a 7% grade, and a headwind, we were averaging 4 MPH as 18-wheelers just barely missed us. Concerned for our safety, Julie pulled over and insisted to give us a lift up the last few miles. She had just dropped her kids off and had all the time in the world. Later, a gas station attendant who heard the story jokingly called us cheaters. When our safety is at risk, we'll take the ride!