In honor of approaching St. Patrick's Day:
May the roads rise to meet you.
May the wind be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face; The rain fall soft upon your fields.
And, until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Cyclists probably appreciate that "wind at your back" sentiment as much as anybody.
I found myself riding into a brutal wind on Saturday. (For the first half of the ride... sustained only by the anticipation that once I turned the sails about and headed for home, I'd get my payback.)
Out near the Fairgrounds, I bet I was riding into a steady 25-30mph blast. I saw three young whippersnappers on the sidewalk beside the road. They all had the long-deck skateboards... carrying them and walking, bent into the wind.
One kid put his board down on the sidewalk and pushed off... his ride was brief before he was stopped abruptly by the headwind.
Yep... we were like surfers, who paddle tediously out into the tide. A worthwhile price to pay, obviously, for those moments of glory when you find yourself being pushed by a strong wave or a sweeeet tailwind.
The skateboard kids were almost certainly headed for the Roadster Show, held at the Fairgrounds over the weekend. I wish I could've crossed paths with 'em again on the home stretch, to see if they were coasting effortlessly, both feet up, clickety-click, along the sidewalk.