up that Hill

We biked back home after dinner.
I was the taillight, he was the headlight.
But we'd gotten reversed coming around a corner and I was the one who knew how to get back home.

(conversation, my paraphrase)

That was a good ride

Yeah, I liked it

I didn't know if I was going to make it up that hill

Oh, sorry (I led the venture up the hill)

No, no, that's what makes it a good ride - when you don't know if you're going to make it


I think he's right,
even though it never feels like that at the time.