I love spring for many reasons, and the wind is not generally a complaint of mine. But last night my ride home was horrendous. The wind was in my face for the last mile. Even my well-practiced snot rockets were off kilter.
When I got off my bike my lungs were burning from the effort, mostly attributable to the fact that I haven't really ridden much in the last two weeks. But I think it had something to do with the wind as well...
I'm reassessing my commitment to the Ronde Von Polouse next month...
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