Ahhh..whatever happened to Air Supply? Good tunes, good tunes.
So since people are donating to our Courage Classic team, I decided I should get out and start training.
I am not a fan of the wind. My favorite memory of a windy night was with my friend Jessica. We were taking an overnight ferry from Italy to Greece. Our sleeping choices included inside a fumey, hot, natsy lounge area or outside; under the stars, in the fresh air, with a lovely view of the ocean.
We chose outside; which at 10:00 in the evening, under the protective blanket of the Italian coast seemed like a perfectly reasonable choice. We couldn't believe more people were joining us. Then it turned midnight and our little steamer turned into the open sea, and the wind started blowing. We toughed it out in the gale force winds until 2:00 in the morning.
"Jess," I said, "Jess we have to go inside, this is nuts." I couldn't find Jessica. She had buried herself in the confines of her sleeping bag. She poked her head out and the wind immediately caught hold of her bright red hair.
"THE WIND!" She yelled. "THE WIND IS A BASTARD!" She was howling. The wind was howling. She looked like a crazy red-headed mermaid, wiggling in her sleeping bag. We drug our belongings into the hot, nasty lounge and settled in for a sleepless night.
The wind is a bastard.....the wind is a bastard. I used this quote many times on my ride. Headwinds are nasty, unfriendly and even worse when your traveling your out-of-shape hiney uphill. I passed by Windy Glades Ranch, sounds poetic doesn't it? Hmmmmm.....
And then I changed directions and the wind went away. Funny how that happens. I could relax and recall with a smile Jessica's red, red hair whipping around that night.
I made it two hours and only inhaled one bug. Not bad for a starter training ride.
Vail Pass here I come.
Wanna donate to my ride? Check out www.couragetours.com/2009/hschichtel
Muchas Gracias :)