it’s windier in the winter

I have a theory. And it’s about wind.

I have a theory that the wind always blows directly into my face when I ride my bike. I have a theory that the wind blows from the west in the morning (while I ride west), and then does some miraculous turn in the middle of the day and blows from the east (while I ride east) in the afternoon. Ipsofacto, I get it in my face all the time.

Now, I know wind is good for me. A couple years ago, in fact, I wrote a blog about it.

The problem, of course, is that’s is so bloody uncomfortable. Like, if I coast or stop peddaling, I stop moving forward. So by that logic, when I get tired, I stop. That is to say, wind = tired= no peddaling = stopping = getting to work late = verbal warning = written warning = fired = no food/money/clothing.  And it’s all on the fault of the wind.

So I guess I just peddal on. Into the wind. And hope that those big TTC buses that rip by me are nice enough to suck me along in their draft every so often.

I suppose there is some news. The weather has been totally cooperative so I’m riding over 200k/week, outdoors, directly through the city of Toronto. If there was an olympics for people who could clip in and out of their bike shoes the fastest, well, let’s just say that you’d want me on your team.

Windy Mcwindster, over and out.