A friend and I got in 80 km (50 miles) yesterday. The first 45 km or so were brutal -- into a steady headwind of 35 km/h with gusts over 50 km/h. But the return leg of 35 km was sweet with that same wind behind us. We cruised quite easily at about 40 km/h and were making great time until the other guy got a flat. Luckily it was just on the edge of town, although it took our legs a few kms to get rolling again.

As we came into town the fuzz were sitting in their usual radar trap, so I dropped into my 50x12 and cranked it past them. But Cavendish I'm not, and my tired legs could only manage 57 km/h (35 mph) so I couldn't get them to bite.

Jason