Late 1980s - I and other members of the SBC's infamous "Wild Bunch" outlaw racing team headed north out of Shreveport on a Saturday morning training ride. We found ourselves easily piling on the miles and decided to ride to Arkansas - a mere 62 miles away - "just for the heck of it". We made it over the state line and turned around at a closed liquor store/gas station. That's when we noticed the HEAD WIND. Oh yeah, our easy trip north was facilitated by a tail wind that had become our enemy. At some point on our return leg I vowed to KILL my friend David for leading us on this fools errand. David poured it on to stay out of my reach and I relentlessly pursued his Rossin - all the way back to Shreveport. We hugged and made up, then all headed to Don Carlos Mexican Restaurant in Bossier City where mega stacked enchiladas and mucho cerveza were consumed in celebration of our impromptu double metric century.