We used to call them “Bitches” but she does not like that term. And at first she really didn’t understand why. But as she pushed her fully loaded bike up the last of the three “Bitches”, a term a group of friends and I coined after our first Grave Range Growler, she let out a grunt.
“What was that”, I inquired.
“These B A S T A R D S … are hard … I hate them”
So now we call them the “Bastards”.