Since I left Burlington back in late July, it's been all headwind all the time. "Don't you know about the winds from the west?" seasoned cyclists continue to ask me. Yeah. Well, clearly when I planned this trip I thought that was a bunch of hooey. What's a little breeze? "It will help keep me cool," I thought. Ha. Double ha.
It's gotten to the point where I know intuitively (by the lack of wind in my face) when I've made a wrong turn. It's happened a few times, and before I realize my error I foolishly find myself thinking, "Well, at last there's a break in this constant wind. Wait a minute, I'm on 6 *East*?? Doh! Time to make a u-turn...."
"There's no crying in baseball!" I recall Tom Hanks' character insisting in "A League of their Own." But I ask you, is there crying in cycling? 40 mph headwinds would deter many a cyclist -- I'm not giving in, mind you, I just want to know if a little whimpering is okay when I am pedaling downhill and still only going about 5 mph.
This wind had better still be blowing in the same direction -- I mean it hasn't let up in 2 1/2 months, so one would think it would have the decency to continue -- when I get to southern California and start heading east in a few months.
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Good job. Keep on keeping on! Just shift down. Occasionally I find myself screaming while cycling, but that's usually reserved for climbs. :^)
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Miss Vincent... If you manage to make it through the headwinds and get all the way to Portland, OR - I have someone for you to stay with... She doesn't have a farm, but she's a fabulous cook :) and a good friend too... She's even been known to bicycle (a lot)...
ReplyDeleteIt's not crying; it's just your eyes watering from the dust blowing into them.
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