I got on Rt. 6 in Fairhaven only to find myself riding dead on into a sustained 45 MPH wind. If I stopped peddling my forward momentum would cease immediately and the wheels would stop rolling. I briefly though about turning around to get my car. Riding over the bridge and open water was a chore but the return trip was as easy as pie.
Winter is gradually setting in but the biking is still the best part of the day.