Now that we’ve officially entered the plains, the wind is a real son of a bitch. When we woke up from under our rock yesterday morning, we were greeted with what seemed like a little wind. Well, the first few miles were devastating. It took us 30 mins to go 3 miles. With 56 miles to the next town, I was pissed. When you ride that slow, you picture someone walking next to you at the same speed and it’s frustrating as hell. I think that’s when I yelled ahead to Heath “I’m not even moving!!!!!”
I seriously considered camping on the side of the road and doing the miles at night…..seriously.
Nightmare crosswinds not pictured.