You Don't Mess Around with Jim

Jim Croce said it very well: "You don't stand on Superman's cape; you don't spit into the wind; you don't take the mask off the old Lone Ranger; and you don't mess around with Slim." Talk about the wind. I've gotten in a couple of commute rides this week: Monday evening with Beth in the trailer, Tuesday morning, and Thursday/Friday solo. They were all really windy. 

There were 30 mph sustained headwinds Monday evening, 20 mph (and yes, I'm reverting to Emglish measure here since that's how they're reported) on Tuesday -- again a headwind. Thursday evening was  mostly a crosswind, and Friday morning: a blessed tailwind most of the way.

Just for the record: hauling a trailer into a massive headwind is even harder than either hauling a trailer in neutral conditions or riding solo into a headwind. I guess that's particularly true since we have the big-ol-double-wide trailer. And Beth didn't really appreciate that much wind blowing across her, so I had to close up the wind screen halfway home.

Friday morning was my first 30 kph+ (20 mph+) commute of the season!

Then, just when I start getting back into a groove of riding a little bit, it's off on vacation for a week. Maybe a little spinning in the gym while I'm gone.

And why Jim Croce today? Well, during Monday's commute I did have to spit, but had to aim across the bike path so as to keep it out of my face.