Wicked Wind of the West
You know the kind I’m talking about…
- The kind that when it catches you as a cross wind shoves you three feet to the side…usually into the ditch or the car trying to pass you.
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The kind that when you finally get it behind you causes you to cringe because you know you’re eventually gonna have to face it as a head wind.
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The kind of headwind that forces you to scratch and claw for every foot of forward motion.
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The kind that makes you pedal downhill.
Well, that’s what I had today at lunch. Oh, and to top that off, the final indignity occurred when I topped over the hill just past Truman School to find the dogleg corner covered by 3 feet of standing water. Nothing to do but back track.
For all my complaining, though, it was warm enough today to ride in my short sleeved jersey. It’s a good thing…the jacket sometimes acts like a big sail! To put this ride in perspective, it could have been a lunch time spinning session indoors at the fitness center.
With the backtracking, I ended up picking up nearly an extra mile, and it was a good hard workout.
God Bless.
TW
