Wackos were on the roads. Traffic was heavier than usual for some reason. Glad it didn't rain. Some morbidly obese woman was bouncing in her car listening to her garbage music. The multi-ton vehicle was rocking back and forth. Some young girls, sorority girls?, were screaming at me—not in a rude way but just acting crazy perhaps drunk. Up the hill some driver would not get out of my arse. I motioned the driver to get off of me. I was in a gear ratio higher than I should have been, and I think it cost some speed up the hill. I was feeling peppy. Rear tube had 5PSI higher than usual—not sure if that affected going uphill. Wind direction has been constantly changing direction all day.