I rode my bike to work yesterday. I kind of knew I was in trouble when I left the house. I dropped into the Santa Ana River wash, heading north into Hghland and noticed a bit of a breeze. Ordinarily, a breeze wouldn't bother me, but where I work is in Rialto, in what is commonly referred to as the wind tunnel. When the Santa Anas get to blowing, it will be worst at the foothills to the mountains, right where we are. So, I can't say I was terribly surprised at the gale force winds as I neared work.
I hadn't actually planned to commute this week, family obligations got in the way for the most-part. Yesterday, however, I got a break in the action. I don't normally carry clothes and stuff on the bike, instead preferring to drop off and pick up on the days I drive, typically Monday and Friday. For this occasion, I decided to carry my change of clothes in a messenger bag and it worked pretty well. I got blown about pretty good as I neared work, but as I said, that came as no major shock.
Coming home was another story. There is one particular place where I drop out of Rialto on Baseline avenue and go across another wash into San Bernaghetto. I'm going west to east and the wind always blows north to south. The dropoff from Rialto is fairly steep and I can easily hit 30 mph. I got into trouble as I dropped down into the wash. Just as soon as I cleared all wind breaks, the messenger bag, which was haning on my left side, caught the wind full on. Good Lord! My sphincter went into a reflexive puckering mode and I thought for sure I would either run off the road, swerve into traffic, or just blow over. At one point, I just stopped in an attempt to regain my composure. Tempted to walk across the wash, I finally decided just to take it easy and go. I switched the bag over to the downwind side, which was uncomfortable on one hand, but made all the difference in the world in regard to the wind. I started off and the gusts were doable with the bag on the other side, so I got back up to speed immediately.
The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful. North to south runs were fun and incredibly fast, while west to east streets were gusty. As I neared home, the wind died down and became a non-factor altogether. The highlight, for me, was my return across the Santa Ana wash. I was nearing the climb back into Redlands and caught sight of a roadie in my mirror, working hard to catch me. I dropped him on the climb and never saw him again.
Mark
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Bicycling is my drug of choice. Followed closely by beer.