Oh, it is windy in New Orleans today. We don’t have hills here, as you may have heard–the lip of the bowl doesn’t count–so windy days are the closest I get to hill training. I considered perhaps maybe not riding my bike over to the offices of Women With A Vision for today’s B.B.Q. so as to avoid that uncomfortable feeling of getting batted about by the wind, but come on. It’s my first day without a massive workload in the last two weeks. I need to ride my bike. So I layered up (thank you, fleece headbandearwarmerthingy!) and headed to N. Jeff Davis for food, friends, and football. Yeah, it was windy. I learned some new things about my gears and the trouble with pedaling to stand still. I was a bit addled, trying not to get blown into traffic, and I found myself lost, going up and over the overpass at I10 three times before finally ending up where I needed to be. I thought I was going to lose my breath for good. Finally I made it, watched the game, ate some criminally smooth potato salad, and then headed home. I snapped this photo of the traffic heading west after the game, partly to note that I’m glad I live in the city and ride a bicycle, and partly because I wanted to take a little break before riding around Broadmoor, seeing what I could see. I’ll take the cold over the windy cold any day, but I’ll always ride my bike.