outback

So I went on a ride on the good ol' road with Sir Blaggalini the other day and it started out perfect. A little breeze, not so hot your skin melts and a good chatty pace. Well after about an hour the wind decided to screw with us and it picked up. We turned off of a beautiful road named hillside onto some other random tejas farm to market and were hit with a full frontal wind attack. The kind that puts you in your small ring and makes you whimper. Well the rest of the ride it was like this every direction we turned. Even the dead corn on the side of the road was taunting us with a relentless claking sound that made me want to go farmer john on it. Oh well the good old green bomber is back and it is as good as ever just a little uglier. The one thing that bugs me though is the compact cranks on it. The gear is always wrong, so I either have to get used to it or throw it out the window, time will tell. I