5 mile ride uphill in a strong headwind today at 95 degrees. I started screaming at the wind to stop. I started, then did it again numerous times. Then, when I have to head across the wind for all of 30' I get stuck at a light. I trackstand and the wind comes along and blows me over before I can get my foot out of the clips. Hot chick on corner laughs and asks if I'm ok. Then, upon reaching my destination I lean my bike against a bike rack and go into my bag to get my lock and the wind blows my bike over and lodges it between the two bike racks making a gnarley gash in the paint just near the stem. This is the 4th or 5th time I've had to take that same ride in a headwind and it puts me in the foulest mood everytime. Last time I was on my way to a first date with this chick and I just complained to her for 15 minutes about how much I hate the wind. This city is the windiest place I've ever been. I hate it. Rant over.