I'm not terribly proud of this ride for any reason, I typically embrace wind on long rides on beautiful days. But today was different. The wind battered me for the entire 80 miles, it was a series of Joe Frazier left hooks to the body for the entire ride, and it hurt, and it tried to pull the anger demons to the surface, but I kept them buried where they belong, for I am older and wiser, and I turned the pedals over one stroke at a time, until the suffering was over. There is something terribly romantic about a solo ride, with no help, in the raging winds of spring in the Rockies, there is also something incredibly stupid.
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