Tailwind. Headwind. Tailwind. Crosswind. Headwind. Crosswind. Headwind.

28mph, gusting to 40 (or so NOAA told me). Felt like it to. Swirling like a mother-trucker, too. It was blowing so hard on my back as I came down a hill to a stop sign that I thought my brakepads might have fallen off.

black and blue, eh? No blueberry ale, so straight Guinness will have to do! Man, I need a beer...