Yesterday, I was out on a recovery ride and had an odd experience.
At around ten till five, I was at the top of the high bridge in Saint Paul. I rode down the bridge with a furious wind coming the other way at a speed of around 14 MPH and actually shifted down at about the half way point.
I suppose I should be glad that I could keep the rubber on the road rather then taking a flying leap into the river below.
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