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The prospect of winds at my back matching my normal cruising speed for my morning ride = yay! The prospect of winds in my face matching my normal cruising speed for my evening ride home = less than yay! The prospect of gusts strong enough to knock me off = hell no, I'm driving.
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'He who receives an idea from me, receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine, receives light without darkening me.'
-TJ
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