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Ron Wallenfang
Guest
Since I encountered strong headwinds on my commute in both directions
today, via a most untimely change in wind direction, my mind is very
much on that topic.
I've encountered worse. One November day some years ago, the winds
were gusting into the low 50s when I biked home into a crosswind that
pushed me toward the curb. I didn't hit it but it was tricky. You'd
just get adapted to what you had and along would come a gust (or a
comparative lull), and you'd have to re-adapt quickly.
Another memorable happening was on a windy spring day, also some years
ago, when I came over the crest of a short steep hill that had
protected me from the wind, and a huge gust completely stopped me in
my tracks - the only time that's happened.
My long trips have produced a number of all day vigorous headwinds in
the 20-30 mph range, and those days are remembered as the worst of the
trips in question (though not the worst of any trip - that title's
reserved for cold hours long rains), especially in open country - I
especially recall two different days in KS, one in MT, one in MT into
ND, and one along the shores of Lake Erie SW of Buffalo.
What are your headwind stories? Do headwinds build character? (i.e
are you building character struggling along cussing at the wind?)
today, via a most untimely change in wind direction, my mind is very
much on that topic.
I've encountered worse. One November day some years ago, the winds
were gusting into the low 50s when I biked home into a crosswind that
pushed me toward the curb. I didn't hit it but it was tricky. You'd
just get adapted to what you had and along would come a gust (or a
comparative lull), and you'd have to re-adapt quickly.
Another memorable happening was on a windy spring day, also some years
ago, when I came over the crest of a short steep hill that had
protected me from the wind, and a huge gust completely stopped me in
my tracks - the only time that's happened.
My long trips have produced a number of all day vigorous headwinds in
the 20-30 mph range, and those days are remembered as the worst of the
trips in question (though not the worst of any trip - that title's
reserved for cold hours long rains), especially in open country - I
especially recall two different days in KS, one in MT, one in MT into
ND, and one along the shores of Lake Erie SW of Buffalo.
What are your headwind stories? Do headwinds build character? (i.e
are you building character struggling along cussing at the wind?)