40 years ago, living in Boulder, CO, I found myself caught out on the far side of the CU campus staring into the teeth of 80 mph Chinook winds. Having more guts than brains at the time, I decided to ride my bike back home. I can remember the front wheel coming off the ground at times as I was struggling to make headway while some rather large debris was rolling by going in the opposite direction. Somehow, I managed to make it home without mishap.
Last week I encountered a strong 3/4 headwind on the homeward leg of my ride in the high plains east of town. I felt like the character in some sort of video game while braking and accelerating in order to dodge the tumble-weeds blowing across the road. The almost total lack of traffic made it even more fun.