When you tour the Midwest in Spring if you don't ride in the wind, you don't ride. Therefore, I've ridden in winds I really shouldn't have.
I don't know how fast the wind was on that trip, but at one point I found myself heading down the road at 35 mph, not pedaling (why bother?). The tailwinds were my friend that day - the rain they contained weren't.
Another day (again, I have no idea how hard the wind was blowing - somethings I just want to remain in ignorance about), I discovered how much I hate crosswinds in combination with the windbreaks planted around farmhouses. The wind shadows behind tham are dandy, but there is a viscious wall of wind coming out of the shadow. Ick.
Now, I was riding a faired recumbent with panniers, so the effects of cross-and tailwinds were magnified greatly. Headwinds are nasty no matter what.
Here at home, on basic errands and commuting, about 35 mph is my limit. I don't claim to enjoy wind that strong, though - and sometimes I wimp out.
Give big space to the festive dog that make sport in the roadway. Avoid entanglement with your wheel spoke.
(Sign in Japan)
1978 Raleigh Gran Prix
2003 EZ Sport AX