I wussed out of my club ride today, and wind was a large part of the reason.
It was supposed to be an 80 mile ride in honor of one of the members' 79th birthday. There was a 60% chance of rain in the early afternoon. Winds at the airport were steady at 16 mph gusting to 29 by 9:30 in the morning (probably stronger than that out in the country). The route they'd chosen went downwind first, so we'd be headed back straight into the wind, after noon when the winds would be strongest.
Plus, it was appliance recycling day at our solid waste district. I'd thrown a dead dehumidifier in the car on my way out, knowing that if I did the whole distance I wouldn't make it back before the collection closed, but thinking that maybe I could call DH from our breakfast stop to ride his motorcycle up to where I'd parked the car, unload the dehumidifier, and then leave the car for me to bring the bike back.....
So about 15 miles in, I'm going DOWN a 12% grade at about 18 miles an hour because the wind's so strong in my face, and at that point I got hit with a crosswind gust that literally shoved me two feet to my left, luckily no one else was near me. That's when I started thinking about when to cut off and go back. I think some of the older club members weren't going to do the whole distance, but we'd dropped them long before (they pretty much ride their own ride as a separate group, and they may not have even been taking the same route). I couldn't interest anyone else in quitting- but they were all going on about how it wasn't going to be any fun. Well, heck with that, why ride if it's not fun?! With a strong chance of rain in the forecast, I'd had enough of rain last weekend for a good long time. Without all the wind, it might've been possible to push the pace and get back before the strongest chance of rain, but not as it was.
So, I'm a wuss. It never did do more than spit rain. But at least I got rid of the dehumidifier that had been dead in the basement for three or four years. And I had a pretty nice ride, and it was fun, 36 miles total.
I do agree that wind is mostly mental, though. Obviously it takes physical strength, but mentally is where it really beats me down. You never get to a point where you feel like you've conquered something, like you do at the top of a hill. There are no goals, no landmarks - and if it's windy in the flatlands (and I got plenty of that over the winter!) there's no chance to change position in the saddle. It just goes on, and on, and on. And on. And on.



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- but they were all going on about how it wasn't going to be any fun. Well, heck with that, why ride if it's not fun?! With a strong chance of rain in the forecast, I'd had enough of rain last weekend for a good long time. Without all the wind, it might've been possible to push the pace and get back before the strongest chance of rain, but not as it was.
Whatever the windspeed is on weather.com, we can always add at least 3 mph more since we cycle in the farmlands. 
. Whoa, for you gals with the coastal waters near, and wind, Ooooo... it does never die.
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