The wind, the wind, the horror. More wind. More hills. It's blowing harder today, and the hills are getting bigger, and we're riding more miles. It's is a defeating day.
We've got the legs. We've got the power and the stamina. But, the wind plays with your mind. It gets into your head and wrecks up the place. It will destroy your morale and make you crazy if you let it. So, we spend the whole day trying to think of things to occupy our minds, keep the wind out.
Then, in the afternoon we stop at a roadside bar to get away from. Have a Budweiser, dull the crazies for a few minutes. If we're lucky they have the local paper, and we can read the comics before we head out for the last 12 grueling miles.
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