Occasionally when riding with a tailwind you find a sweet spot where you are moving the exact same speed and direction as the wind. No wind blowing in your face, no wind to your back and there is quick moment of complete silence except for the noise of your tires rolling on the asphalt (on a country road anyway). I find it quite the experience although its subtle enough that most wouldn't think anything of it.
This morning was just a drab, snowy mess on my way to work. We woke up to the wind howling around the house and the sky was streaked with white as huge snowflakes sailed by. I was not looking forward to my ride to work. I bundled up just as I would in January, except it's spring (or supposed to be). I turned the last corner onto Montana Avenue, which is a 4 block straight-away, and hit that sweet spot. It was a totally surreal experience that I've only seen once before. This time it was as if time froze. The snowflakes stopped flying past me and just hung there, suspended in the air if even for just a second. I had the road to myself so I heard that same eerie silence broken only by the noise of my tires on the pavement. There was enough snow that my view of the surrounding buildings was partially blocked. I felt like I was cycling in place. Now I'm not a Trekkie (Star Trek Trekkie anyway, because I'm definitely a Trek Bike Trekkie) but it was almost reminiscent of the instant the Enterprise comes out of warp speed where the stars streak past you through space and freeze in place before you.
Experiences like that is just one of the many reasons I love cycling. And now I've let you all know just how much of a dork I really am, as if you didn't know before.