Switching direction

The ride home on Sunday was great; three hours and 20 minutes on fatigued legs. The wind had changed from Saturday and was coming more from the south, which meant I had a bit of a cross wind (instead of a full on tail wind); but a cross wind never felt so good. Isn't it always the case that the headwind is so much stronger than any tailwind you get? One day I think I might just head out on an extended bike trip and ride in whatever direction the wind takes me each day. I think it would be interesting to see where I end up after a month.

I was pleased with my little experiment this weekend. The wind didn't really bother me, it was just nice to be outstide. Highlights for the weekend included:
- no flats!
- taking so long to get to get to Canmore that I almost ran out of batteries on my GPS
- negotiating a 10% discount on my room at the Drake for having cycled there from Calgary
- getting drunk after a third of a pint of beer at the Rose and Crown
- wearing my bike helmet while buying a snack at the gas station on the way home and having the attendant how much gas I was buying
- going for breakfast with a client on Monday morning who mentioned that, while he was on his way home from the mountains on Sunday, he passed some nutcase riding their bike on the highway