OK, the opening organ stuff is cheesy and sounds like the old roller rink days and not like the great blues from a Hammond B3 as it should be, but this song sums up a lot...
I have decided over the years that the wind is my nemesis. Countless times I have left on a ride against the wind only to have it shift on me and give me a headwind on the way home, too. And blow? No, the wind doesn't blow. It sucks. It sucks your energy, your enthusiasm, and your will to live. (OK, maybe that's extreme...)
A few years ago on my last attempt at the 24-hour challenge the wind was ridiculous. I sincerely believe that it was in our faces every time we turned. I remember yelling out loud as we made the final turn of the 125-mile loop into the school: "just make it stop! This is driving me crazy!!" Scared the crap out of the guy who had ridden up on my left side while I was looking the other way... He thought I was nuts, I'm sure.
There have been many similar experiences; the worst of these are the rides where I forget to check the weather before I leave, and realize too late that I started out with the wind. My feelings of elation are erased as I turn for home - "what a great ride this is! I feel great!" <turns for home> "Never mind..."
It's usually about this time in most of these musings that I relate something about cycling to real life, or apply it somehow to a new situation. This time, I close with this: I saw a quote several years ago, while riding the MS 150, that I really appreciate:
"There is no such thing as a tailwind. It's either a headwind or you're having a great day."
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