I went out for my first real springtime ride this afternoon. I chose an easy route over some of my favorite roads south of town, and true to the season, I wound up fighting a headwind for the first half of the outing. But after I turned around, the tailwind blasted me home, letting me savor some of the nice aspects to riding in warm-ish weather: wearing fewer layers of clothing, exposing a little bit of bare skin (only my lower legs today), feeling the splatters of water and mud on my face after hitting some puddles, meeting other riders, enjoying some long vistas
and rolling past spots that I don’t see on winter rides:
