I hate spring

I really hate spring.

Winter you can trust. You know it’s going to be wet and cold.

Summer you can tolerate. It’s hot and sunny, but that’s bearable. Drink more. Slip, slop, slap.

Autumn is gorgeous. There really isn’t a better time to ride than autumn.

But spring is a shocker.

Sure, all the bloody wildflowers are bursting forth in all their colourful glory, leaves are back on those bloody deciduous trees, there will soon be cute little ducklings on the duck pond and probably ugly little cygnets in the Yarra. The days are getting warmer and daylight hours longer. So, what’s not to love?

This:

Melbourne Forecast

Issued at 10:40 am EST on Friday 22 September 2006

Warning Summary

A severe weather warning is current for widespread damaging wind gusts.

A road weather alert is current for the Metropolitan area.

A fire weather warning has been issued for the Central district.

Forecast for Friday

Strong to gale force northerly winds shifting cooler west to northwesterly this afternoon. A few showers to follow.

Spring is a betrayer. It pretends to be all nicey-nicey with the flowers and the baby duckling thing. But it’s a sneaky, nasty bastard with it’s gale-force winds under bright sunny skies.

I battled this bloody headwind all the way in to the salt mine this morning—and I’ve no doubt that it will have turned around a full 180 degrees by the time I’m ready to leave this evening! Wind is sneaky, but spingtime wind is the sneakiest of all. I hate wind. And I hate spring. Roll on summer.

Before I left this morning MLSP asked me “Are you going to ride in that?” Of course! Even in the bloody wind, I’d far rather be on a bike than anywhere else…

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