I rode east on the island, into the headwind, like winding a spring, knowing that eventually the miserably slow pace, and disproportionate amount of work it required, would be rewarded with a long, sweet downwind sleigh ride.
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24 miles and the incomplete joy of a tailwind
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I rode east on the island, into the headwind, like winding a spring, knowing that eventually the miserably slow pace, and disproportionate amount of work it required, would be rewarded with a long, sweet downwind sleigh ride.