It's a Breeze...
I love the wind. I'll never hate it ever again. As crap as headwinds are every time I hit one I think of Barry and Tony and the other folk no longer with us; no longer able to stand sure footed and lean gently into it with locks a swaying and eyelashes a fluttering with a big grin on their faces... It's a sensation no-one should ever complain about. However, two rides out this week have had me cussing the ffing weather forecasters. So its gonna be a light wind whilst an area of high pressure lingers overhead? And where there is wind its gonna be from the North West issit? Hmmmm... The first ride last week was a slightly longer than normal sojourn to Pocklington to continue to put the miles in my ever improving legs. Well it had to be a decent ride out cos a few days before I had been out for a ride with my mate John on hardtail mountain bikes sampling several green lanes and bridal ways around York. What struck me after all the moan...