April is the Cruellest Month

In so many ways, April is relentless in Central Oregon, as it's, unlike the rest of the country, not really spring. People behave in strange ways when the sun is out, but the batteries are not turned on, and the wind blows hard from the south in the morning and the north in the afternoon. People seem to question all they believe in; it's as if the wind drives the unconscious out of them.

Yes, I've been out on the bike too alone and too long, but today Ossie and Billy accompanied me on a twenty mile jaunt around the back roads of Redmond. Next week promises to be warmer, so check the forecast and plan to ride towards May with the club.

Of Wind & Other Things

Although there were a lot of people inquiring about yesterday's ride, the winds blowing out of the southwest deterred all but the most stalwart of spandex-clad (and, let's be honest, there was denim also) warriors.

In short, there were two of us.

Bryce and I set out along 126 with a cross wind that rivalled those that split the peloton along the coast of Normandy. It split us too, but we regrouped (repaired?) before making the left onto Helmholz and more importantly embracing the tailwind. Riding out for about twenty minutes, we disucssed quantum physics and other trivialities. At that point, Bryce had to turn around to tutor kids at the Boys and Girls Club.

As I'm not a saint who tutors in the afternoons, I rode on, but no one wants to read all the thoughts that meandered in and out of my brain as I fought the headwind in a solo effort of futility.

Until next week...