Day 43 opened with a light breeze on my bowsprit I continued to beat into progressively stronger headwinds and waves all day. Waves you say? You’re in the middle of the desert. Not really waves but riding the rolling hills into headwinds felt like I was going up and down big wind waves all day. In some perverse way I think I preferred the headwinds to crosswinds.
Saw this guy the last couple of days. I wonder how he fairs in the wind.
The hills were just steep enough to force me into low gear, the rest of the time I powered on in high gear against the wind. The crosswinds make balancing much harder than headwinds. After 40 miles I was spent.
Stats for day 43: Rode 40.21 miles at 10.6 mph, Max=16.2 mph, Ascent=860′ (felt like the whole way), Descent=1959′ (all felt like up hill), Max elevation=2666, Min elevation=1470′, Ave heart rate=103, Max heart rate=141, Ave temp=66 degrees, Calories burned=1038. Total trip miles=1234.
Ride on!!
i always try to think of headwinds as lift. cross winds are just annoying. i don’t know what they have to be so cross about, but they should stop taking it out on you.
Maybe it I had a kite tied to my back the headwinds would offer lift.