Crosswind is scary.
I don't know the speed, but on my last windy ride I thought I'd fall, cars were moving erratically and tumbleweeds, trash and other debris were blowing all around. I don't care to repeat that.
Crosswind is scary.
I don't know the speed, but on my last windy ride I thought I'd fall, cars were moving erratically and tumbleweeds, trash and other debris were blowing all around. I don't care to repeat that.
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