There was a great sledding hill located inside a dead President's estate in the town where I grew up in. It was open to everybody. Then one day a bunch of kids crashed into a fence at the bottom and were hospitalized. They closed the hill to sledders after that.
The Altamont - my mom lives on the other side of the Altamont ( the hill where the famous Rolling Stones concert in the late 60's took place, where the Hells Angels killed a guy during the concert)
To see what was on the other side. Do you know what I found? A whole lot more hills. This climb took 8 hrs. up and back. Not to bad for an old fahrt, eh?
It's a stretch of road that goes over the harbor. We don't have any hills here. The first time I drove back home after moving here I cried when I got up around Gainesville and I saw hills. I miss the mountains.
A. For the view. B. For the challenge of climbing up 1000 feet and then back down again. The view was spectacular, there was a Fjord on the other side. But it's a running gag with me that I always have to see what's over the next hill or around the next corner. I always say I found another hill or another corner. It's an endless futile pursuit but that's almost always why I climb hills.