What John said. It was Joan and me, John and his group, and the wind. After the break at Harwood we headed down Polling House directly into strong gusty winds - confused, whirling leaves, sudden sideways shoves, but somehow always ending up dead ahead. At one point I was going down what seemed to be a 6% grade, standing out of the saddle in a low gear, doing all of 6 mph. At the intersection of Bayard and Sands, instead of turning left to follow the route, we turned right and headed back, cutting off around 17 miles. John rode longer, and he ended up doing it faster.
