Last night the wind was so intense, I actually thought for a brief second that I'd have to stop and walk. I didn't, but it crossed my mind. It wasn't even close to the worst wind I'd ridden in, but it was just so steady and unwavering; flags whipping like they were on a fast moving ship, without a break to be had. In a few months, I'll be used to it again. Summer spoiled me. Hello fall.

The morning ride had a tailwind, and that was most fun.