Tuesday, March 12, 2013
I rode into work this morning with a 15-mph wind from the SW. That's mostly good. Riding east towards my office puts a SW wind on my right rear quarter when I'm riding along the river, which is the bulk of the ride. And it's a tailwind when I'm riding up 4th Avenue to the court house. Makes for a nice ride. Good thing, too. The kitten got out into the garage when I had the garage door open. I went chasing after him in my bike wear - including stiff road bike shoes. After about five minutes, he let his guard down enough to let me catch him. Rotten cat.
The prediction for the afternoon was winds buidling to 15-20 mph, As of 90 minutes ago, the wind was 17 mph from the WSW at the airport (several miles from the river). So I'm expecting a battle on my ride home. I'm debating riding home via the south side of the river, which adds four miles but provides much better protection from the wind. A WSW wind is especially brutal as it's a headwind while I'm along the river on the Pasco side. Last Wednesday's ride in the wind and rain took me over an hour. I felt like a triumphant warrior when I arrived home, exhausted from my extended battle with a great beast. Maybe that's a little melodramatic, but cycling is a sport that calls for melodrama.
Last night, I was in a hurry to get home because my alma mater was playing in its conference tournament championship. (And they won!) No big rush to get home tonight. And taking the long route home will give my husband time to make dinner. I think I just sold myself on the idea of riding along the south side of the river...