all the things you are are

well it seems as though that wind has dies down at last. the ride home yesterday, and even more so the day before, was tiring with the 20 mph (gusting to 30) northwest wind a-blowin'. and it was not so much the extra work against viscous shear, which i ought to be able to take in stride (as it were), but the gusting and variability of direction making it difficult to hold my line. the wind is at its strongest on state by the airport, where it has what amounts to a considerable fetch, and this is also the narrowest stretch of road, with a full share of grumpy and short-sighted motorists. yesterday i actually took to the shoulder, the hardpan clay with its scattering of gravel, at least part of the way. i love to ride my bike, but i have no desire to be taken out by a durango rushing on its way to the next red light. feh!