Wind — The Good & The Bad
You know you have a tailwind when you descend a 1% grade at 30+mph and realize you’re not pedaling. Additional evidence was the palms bent over in my direction of travel, and I could hear everything clearly. More on this below. Combined with long stretches of fresh asphalt aboard a custom Serotta, wide shoulders, an unbroken view of the crystal blue Pacific where humpback whales breach, flat for 30+ miles except one smallish climb, and I ask you:
What. Could. Be. Better.
That’s Otis at about mile 22 or so measured from Napili en route to Kihei (pronounced: “Key Hay”), my destination today. Kihei looms in the distance across the bay.
So far so good. Until…
… until you turn the corner at the south end of the island and pedal north briefly. Here, you experience a faceful of an Hawaiian trade wind that feels like the force of the hand of God forbidding entrance to heaven for past sins not absolved. The first and only thing you hear is wind, nothing but an angry headwind that fills your ears obscuring the sound of everything else. Even passing cars cannot be heard until they are right beside you. You think falling to your knees to repent may help, but it won’t. For the next three miles you suffer. No gear is low enough, the tightest tuck improves nothing. You just suffer for about three miles. Until…
…until you reach the cutoff for Kihei that involves a blessed 180° turn to the south!
All is suddenly forgiven. The trade wind is once again at your back, the road descends ahead of you, you click the front derailleur to the big ring, the rear to the smallest, and scream-pedal downhill like a little boy on his first bike — Yahoo!