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.
Glad you survived! Nice story. j
Wanted to let you know I appreciate your blog and, in fact, may have acquired a mild addiction. It seems I must daily check my surrogate eyes and ears in NOLA.
And rue the wintry day I ride and cannot find MY headbandearwarmerthingy!
Well, Dave, that comment just made my day! Thank you for the kind words. Where do you ride? And don’t you like how you can easily pull your headbandearwarmerthingy down to your neck when you start heating up?