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Quickly I checked the weather report.  I read a positive forecast.  My hope for a weather review includes no precipitation and moderate temperatures, good bicycling weather.

I turned off my phone.  It was time to load up my rig and head out for a morning ride.  Once I finished, I would feel free to tackle the rest of my day.

The weather prediction was precise.  It was partly sunny outside and I could tell that the temperatures were moderate.  But, there was one mistake that I had made.

By the time I parked my rig and stepped outside to unload my bicycle, I realized that I was in for a challenge.  The sun was shining and there was no precipitation.  But, the wind was whipping wildly over the coastal road that I ride.

The clouds were racing overhead.  Even the grass was leaning over as the wind whipped over the coastal road where I like to ride.  Rats, it would be a tough ride.

I pushed off to mount my two-wheeled machine.  A gust of wind blasted me right at that moment.  But, my cat-like super-hero reflexes kicked in and I instantly regained total control.

I turned North.  There was no mercy from the shifting thermal currents.  Quickly my fingers shifted my gears downward. 

Suspiciously I wondered if it was going to be tough ride.  Glancing to my side I saw a tree bending with the power of the wind.  Gusts pushed that conifer to strain against the strength of the steady blow.

My suspicions didn’t last long.  I no longer had to wonder.  The sustained winds were pushing against my progress.  It was going to be a very tough ride.

Even with lower gears I knew that I was expending more energy than usual.   Oxygen was being used up quickly.  My burning lungs were begging for more.

Sweat dripped into my eyes.  They cooled off with the evaporating effects of the dominating breeze.  My hope was in reaching my turn-around point and maybe the wind power-push my ride south.

Finally, I made the turn after miles of fighting for progress.  Coasting through my last corner, I was shocked.  The wind is as fickle as a chameleon.

Just as I headed back, the wind was again in my face.  This was a tough ride.  Did God the Creator just play a trick on me?

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It wouldn’t have taken much to make me change my mind.  The wind was brisk.  Wind is one of those four letter words that bicyclists have high on their list of unfavorable conditions.

But, it’s the Pacific Ocean.  When doesn’t the wind blow?  The constant pummeling of the waves on to the shores of the California coast are proof that the wind is always rolling the surface of the waters to start their march to land. 

There were good features about today’s ride.  The sun was shining brightly.  It’s rays would help offset the cool temperatures brought about by the relentless winds. 

I saw a few joggers and cyclists who were already into their workout regimen.  They were all bundled up well.  Collars were turned up, jackets were zipped up to their necks and some even wore a balaclava. 

My mount was ready to roll into action.  My helmet was on, gloves tightened and peddle cages adjusted to hold my feet into place.  Into the wind I pushed.

Only a few strokes into my ride and I was stunned at how deafening it was.  Wind noise was loud and pulsating.  That alone would wear and tear on my ride.

Chilly winds seeped into my jacket whenever unprotected folds opened even a small crack with the bending of my gear.  That initial coolness disappeared when my internal furnace warmed up my core with each stroke of the crankset.    But, the noise never stopped.  It was relentless.

It was like riding in a storm.  Gusts made the noise crescendo and force my thinking to bend to wonderment if riding today was a bad choice.  No one likes to get stuck in one of God’s weather moments that defies human comfort and safety.

However, everything changed when I reached my end point and turned around.  Now I started riding with the wind.  The contrast was even more shocking.

Now, there was NO noise.  I looked around to see if I had ridden into the eye of a storm where everything is calm and free from inclement weather.  The only thing that had changed was my direction.

Peddling was so much easiest that I dropped my shifting into a downhill combination.  The stout breezes now carried me along.  Swiftly the terrain melted on both sides and the asphalt drummed beneath my wheels.

Riding is both work and a breeze.  Today, the wind was both a foe and a friend.  All in all it was a great day to be outside and go with whatever was given.

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