With gusts just below 30 mph I took the heavy bike out for a ride. I was nearly alone out there, so nobody got blown into me & I didn’t get blown into anyone else. I’ll call it a win. The road just up against the freeway (it can’t possibly be called First) still has the tire-flattening divot in it at exactly the wrong place, so I float way to the left to protect my tires — so naturally now they put up a barricade so the oncoming traffic has to merge into that same middle lane too. It’s a frustrating process getting miles near Me Sad Field.
For only the second time in 10 years I got passed going up Frisbee Golf Hill. He was a very young polite dude tho & cranking his smallest gear; this means war.
Nearly 1000 feet Up. I added a tough back loop to the standard route, made tougher by the wind.
Hoping for improvement all the way around.
Ecbatan 