Youre all so concerned about safety and whatnot, but whats the real challenge of riding in wet and windy conditions? Is it the actual biking, or is it trying to maintain that oh-so-fragile ego of yours when a strong gust blows you off course? I mean, come on, weve all been there - proudly cruising along, and then BAM! A gust of wind decides to make an example of you.
The question is: Whats more embarrassing, having to stop and pick yourself up after a strong gust blows you off your bike, or actually admitting that you got blown off your bike and needed to stop and pick yourself up? Dont give me any of that nonsense about safety or experience. I want to know what really happens when nature decides to ride roughshod over your cycling skills. Do you just pretend it didnt happen and hope no one saw? Or do you proudly declare to the world that youre just too tough for the elements? Share your best (worst?) stories of getting blown off course and how you managed to save face afterwards. Im sure we can all learn a thing or two about how to maintain our cycling dignities in the face of Mother Natures fury.
The question is: Whats more embarrassing, having to stop and pick yourself up after a strong gust blows you off your bike, or actually admitting that you got blown off your bike and needed to stop and pick yourself up? Dont give me any of that nonsense about safety or experience. I want to know what really happens when nature decides to ride roughshod over your cycling skills. Do you just pretend it didnt happen and hope no one saw? Or do you proudly declare to the world that youre just too tough for the elements? Share your best (worst?) stories of getting blown off course and how you managed to save face afterwards. Im sure we can all learn a thing or two about how to maintain our cycling dignities in the face of Mother Natures fury.