It's a Long Way To The Top If You Want To Rock n Roll

Hills. They’re all around us. It’s hard to travel anywhere around here without running into one. The ones that get me are the invisible ones…the wind. Headwinds in particular are tough. You can’t see it, but you feel it. It’s easy to deal with a regular hill. You see the incline. You know when you reach the top. With a headwind, it can go on for miles, never knowing when the end is near. I swear my commute is uphill both ways – real hills on the ride in, and the invisible hills on the ride home. If you’re riding in a car, you don’t even notice it. Ride a bike, however, and you wonder why you are pedaling so hard and only going about 10 miles an hour. The same stretch of road without the headwind allows for an easy 15 or 20 miles per hour travel. The flip side is a nice tailwind, giving you a little boost. I cannot ever seem to find those for some reason. I must be always riding in the wrong direction. It’s hard to complain, though. Winds, hills, they all just add to the adventure…and the feeling you get when you have conquered, or at least survived, them.