We climbed a hill today during our training ride that appeared to have no name. We had to dismount to get around a closed gate and thus started the climb from a standstill on an about 14% grade that levelled out a bit after about 400 metres but continued on for a total of about a mile. When we got to the top I searched for it on googlemaps on my blackberry, but the only road in the vicinity appeared to have to name - I surmised that the locals are in such fear and awe that they dare not utter its name. But when I focused in on the map more the name Benet Hill Rd appeared - which dissappointed momentarily until we discovered that Benet Hill Rd. was actually the next road over that led up an equally long hill to the "Prince of Peace" monastary - and that the first hill didn't even show up on the map - as if shrouded in evil - and we dubbed it Prince of Darkess Rd. The two hills were like geographical twin incarnations of good and bad - and we road the bad hill twice and the good hill only once and liked the bad hill much better (because the good hill only had better landscaping thanks to the industrious monks). It was wicked.