Rode 31 miles on Saturday, and the route included Chalk Hill. And guess what? I didn't fall once. Not one single time. Even in traffic. With multiple stoplights and stopsigns.
Added bonus: I got a lot of compliments on my socks from other cyclists in pelotons that were riding by. (Effortlessly passing me as I huffed and puffed my way up Chalk Hill. Man, I am so out of shape it's not even funny.)