WIND vs. GUY

Bitter cold strong Siberian winds last night tried to blow me and my motorcycle off the road all the way up in the twisty dark, tumble me off down the mountain or into the deep dark of the forest just for a little windy fun, but I been there I'm from upstate NY, baby, used to ride my red-and-cream Columbia bicycle with the streamers on the handlegrips through the howling snow over ice and never even nearly fall, way back in the heart of those Tri-city winters, more like Antarctica vortexed to a frenzy through the Hudson Valley, of course I was only around ten then and I'm around multiten now, so there's that, but do I still have it, do I still have it yessss I did and do, I just hovered over the center of gravity like way back in time or hunkered over as needed, got in the zone and enjoyed the wind's frustration as it tried everything in its way big bag of airy tricks-- like a lull before a turn, then a brief hurricane during, then an even sharper opposite blast right while you're compensating the other way, stuff like that, this was Olympic level, but I still had enough to stay upright, the wind was all blustery at how blithely I was wheeling up through the best it could throw at this puny human, at least by normal earth rules, I mean after a hard day in an office in the city you gotta find some primal pride somewhere, and how better than to take on a winter wind in the dark on a twisty mountain road and win?

The wind had the last word in the morning, though, with the trillion tons of snow it brought from Siberia that I had to shovel as the air snickered all around me.