Coming in to work on I-5 this morning, winds were gusting across the freeway in a pretty big way. The sailor in me longed to see some waves so I could estimate wind strength; the motorcyclist in me just despaired as the gusts pushed me about. I spent the ride crouched down over the tank, just like a Real Sportbiker(tm), trying to lessen the exposed area of my body which was serving as a sail, and dealing with the interesting lean brought on by the gusts.

By the time I got into work my arms were rather tired. I think it's safe to say that I definitely prefer riding on calm days.