I hate headwinds.
Reminds me too much of another semi-forgetful long ago life that contained 60 to 80 mile loops over meandering country roads in South Louisiana that were flatter than a pancake. You’d forever more be battling the prevailing winds a few points off the left side of your head in the morning and then watch in horror as they rotated more southerly for the evening ride back home. The warm waters of the Gulf did what it pleased with the atmosphere over the land as it sucked up heat over the course of the day and then hurriedly expelled it as the sun set. Midday was tropic jungle-ish. Not a breath of air moving. Just the squishy sound effect of you marinating in your own salty secretions and the clicking of the cadence beeper thing on your speedo.
There certainly were no vineyards to ride through……….I can report with utmost accuracy. No vineyards at all.
But you’d grab your little Cannondale crit bike and despite rain, wind, or blazing heat, head out the door for nothing more than preservation of sanity, already dreading the whipping your legs were about to receive before you’d spun one rotation of the crank.
These days I’d rather be treed by wild dogs than face headwinds.
Did I mention I hate headwinds?
Even if the body is not willing, the chain rings are. May your sweet baby Jesus bless and keep all 30 forward speeds that my little 29er possesses. It’s a rarity for this lowly domestique to venture too far up and down the available gearing for a road ride, but I believed I jingled and clanged my way across all three front chain rings.
And as an aside for you that likes to gets all sideways, the grapes for the 2012 vintages are graping.