When I tell other cyclists that I love to ride in tropical storms which come up the coast, they give me a look of shock and perplexed wonder. Most don’t dare it because of the danger. But if you know how to play it, the wind can be a Stradivarius that you’ve sold your soul to the Devil to play. When I saw Hurricane Lee was well off the East coast of Cape Cod, I knew that it’s trajectory northward would steer the prevailing wind direction favorable for a southwesterly spin. Through Woodville, I had the wind being blocked by the hills, with the occasional vortex humming through a valley. But for the most part, I kept it at my 4 o’clock. Got to Watch Hill and saw the flag on top of the Ocean House and I started to drool. I would have that Zephyr on acid at my back for the next 16 miles. Most will never know the joy of a ripping tailwind at your back over flat ground for that length of distance, it’s ethereal. That’s why you have to push the envelope a bit, put the danger on the back burner and just go out and have some fun. If the conditions get bad, you turn around and go home. Glad I didn’t have to turn around this time. 😉