There sure were lots of scarecrows and witches flying about, including into telephone poles.

The wunders of the internet, however, proved that my imagination wasn't playing tricks on me. I remembered the headwind on the May ride but didn't remember it really pushing my bike around or a howling in my ears on the descent. Yesterday's wind maxed at 13 mph in Livermore while only 10 mph in May -- and you know it just gets stronger up the canyon. By the time we left the cafe some leaves where blowing across the road and the flags were out straight down below. Made for even harder work on the descent. I want free speed someday on the road!!!!! Dang it, I just climbed for 30 miles.

Still, it wasn't the convection oven of May.