I covet your wife. I have tried this but no go. She has limits I guess.

Embrace the wind?
It evades my grasp
Like a courtesan of the night.

We know not from where the wind comes
Nor where it goes
Only that it strikes our face
Like a b*tch.

Geographic features can create predictable wind changes both in direction (eddy-effects) and in time-of-day directions, and the west has these features in abundance. I generally take advantage of these on weekend loop rides. I'm always surprised to see so many people who seemingly prefer to ride 80% of their miles with headwinds while I ride 80% with tailwinds. I guess I'm just lazier than the average bear.

Of course, I rarely acknowledge tailwinds. As we all know, there are headwinds and then there are those times when we're riding well and strongly.

In my basement. Ouch.

First off, the wind is a she, not a he. She can be relentless and punishing or pleasurable and enabling. When she attacks, you acknowledge her strength. Be one with the wind no matter the direction of her assault.

A pessimist, of which I am one, is always correct or pleasantly surprised. No looking through rose colored glasses for me.

Hear, Hear.

I'd rather ride in the rain than the wind.

A friend and I started out on a 70 mile ride. 35 miles to Orient Point (Long Island), turn around and back. We started the ride, and we were going straight into the wind. OK, I’m fresh, I deal with this on the way out and crank on the way home.

We got to Orient Point, stopped and grabbed a burger. Started the ride home and I started to think, something’s wrong, it wasn’t as easy as I planned. Of course the wind had changed directions. The sun was really hot that day and of course I had a flat 20 minutes from home. It was a log ride back that day.

Get a power meter and wind is no longer relevant.