I rode about 30 miles today, 15 east, turned around and then 15 west.
Somehow, the wind was in my face on both legs of the journey. The tall grass along the trail and three branches all bent toward me. On the way out, I consoled myself thinking of how fun and easy it would be to coast back with the gusts pushing me along. If anything, it was worse on the way home.
How is this possible?