There’s one thing to be said about having a predetermined route for a 45.4-mile ride through howling winds from Tombstone to Bisbee — it’s either finish or feed the coyotes.
I haven’t seen wind like that since I covered the Casper Classic and a 50-mph gust blew a break right off the road like a busboy clearing a table.
I haven’t even looked at my cyclometer … frankly, I don’t need to see an average speed in negative numbers. At one point on a long straight stretch I thought I saw Rod Serling standing at roadside, laughing.
More tomorrow at the main site. I know where there is wi-fi to be had, and after two Moose Drools and a long sleep I may even be able to make some use of it.
Mad Blog Media 
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, O’G, and leave the coyotes to their own devices.
We once had a gust of wind blow about 50-100 ft of plastic traffic control fencing and their attached plastic traffic control barrels all the way across the road and nearly take out the entire field here in Bombtown during our annual Tour de LA. The Southwest is interesting.
Welcome to the land like Florida. No hills, only wind, forever in your face. I had to install a granny gear for flat riding – That’s before I gained 40 pounds due to inactivity.
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