The other day there was a heavy west wind blowing dust and rubble through the city. It was the kind of weather that people look out their windows but stay inside. While everyone else says "how bout that wind?" I can say I crossed the city in the middle of it, felt every gust trying to blow me into semi-trucks and I can tell them how the felt crunched between my teeth, and how hard it is to breathe with that much wind in your face. I can't explain how good I felt during the ride to conquer conditions like that. All I know is that riding make me feel like a human being within a city of mechanized alienation.
That thing has got to be some kind of voodoo.